“At least one of you has a heart.”
His knuckles on the counter tighten, and the muscle on his cheek twitches. “I wouldn’t speak so highly of a man you barely know if I were you.”
For a brief second, I think he’s…jealous?
I shake my head from the stupid thought. No need to think about the impossible.
All of it is a game, and I might not know the rules, but I sure as hell plan to learn them to beat him.
“Ian wanted to shield her from Wyatt’s wrath. He cares about her.”
“Wyatt hates her this much?”
I understand loving and wanting to protect your siblings, but in this case, it’s Ian’s fault. I checked the facts myself the other day!
Why can’t Wyatt see that whatever Ian did might not have warranted such a harsh punishment from Zachary? Still, it wasn’t Aurelia’s fault.
“No. He just can’t forgive Ian. And since he can’t punish his brother, Aurelia has to be the one to bear his self-loathing.”
What does that even mean?
Levi doesn’t clarify anything. Instead, he orders, “Stay out of the King twins’ drama.”
“I won’t stay away if he plans to humiliate Aurelia or force her into doing something she doesn’t want.”
“Let it be the first and last time you ever suggest something like this. None of my friends would ever do it to anyone, let alone a woman. We respect them.”
Anger boils my blood as the audience cheers again when finally, some man wins the bid on the guy who keeps on blowing kisses to everyone.
“Could have fooled me. Didn’t notice much respect back on the island.” I push at his chest and make room for myself, going toward the bathroom, and this time to get my hectic emotions in check.
Then I’m going to sit through every auction and try to have as much fun as possible so Levi won’t get any satisfaction in chasing me away.
I follow Trent’s direction, and my brow furrows when I notice two doors. One is dark and the other is dark green. Sincethere are no signs on either, I try the green one first and enter a long, narrow hallway.
My heels click soundly on the parquet floor that’s polished to perfection, and I move forward, noticing endless doors on either side of me.
Oh, so they must have individual bathrooms for everyone.
I try the first one, and it’s shut, so I walk to the next one, opening it wide, and step inside, only to freeze when I see three people engaged in a sexual act.
A man has a blindfold, his hands tied at his back as he kneels in front of a naked woman, sans her six-inch heels, who holds a crop in her hand and tips his chin up while another man, who’s fully clothed, occupies the chair by the door, drinking whiskey.
Both men are hard. Even though I try my best not to look, it’s damned hard.
Pun intended.
They both turn their heads in my direction as her grip on the man’s chin tightens so he won’t move, I assume, and she smiles at me, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Would you like to join us, beautiful?”
Her question snaps me out of my stupor, and I shake my head, mumbling, “I’m sorry.” And get the hell out, pressing my palms to my flaming cheeks.
Oh my God!
Now I understand why Scarlett doesn’t like watching other people have sex, it’s just weird!
I was so focused on the people inside, I didn’t get to study the interior, but how spacious a freaking bathroom must be to have a threesome in it?
Or whatever the hell they are doing in there.
