Page 134 of Knot Their Starlet

Especially because the one thing I think I’m good at, I couldn’t do for her. Leo had to come to her rescue after she was cornered.

I should have gone with him. Or gone instead, when I noticed she was missing.

“I’ll be right back,” Leo says with a wave, flashing his keys in his hand.

“Could you pick us up some snacks, too?” Beck whisper-yells from the couch.

“Got it, text me any requests,” Leo nods.

After he leaves, I make my way to the dining room on the opposite side of the space from the couches. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t purposely position myself so I could keep my eye on both of them.

My phone only rings twice before Everett picks up.

“Hello?” he says, his voice gruff with sleep. Fits that he’d be the type to go to bed before midnight on a Friday.

“Did I wake you?” I growl.

“Damn, who pissed in your cereal?” he shoots back, immediately sounding more awake when he hears how pissed I am.

“Fits a man as old as you would be asleep this fuckin’ early.” I can’t bite the retort back.

Maybe I am a fucking asshole.

Everett is technically my boss. And he’s a damn good one, too. He always operates on what’s in Beck’s best interest, which is a rarity in this industry.

But the bitter jealousy I feel towards everyone right now is leaking through the cracks in my control.

I can’t forget the way the two of them were practically eye-fucking each other in the studio the other day.

I want her to look at me like that, but all I seem capable of doing is pissing her the fuck off.

Not that she’s any less attractive when her eyes light up with fire, and her lips curl into a snarl. I’m sure she thinks she looks menacing, but I always have to remind myself not to laugh when she looks at me like that. It’s just too cute, with her big eyes and pouty lips.

“Sorry,” I bite out. “It’s been... a tough night. Lot going on.”

“What happened?” The sound of sheets rustle on the other end of the line, like he’s getting out of bed.

I give him the facts of what went down tonight. The way the four of us went out, how drunk Andi got, the kiss between Leo and Andi that the journalist caught sight of. And then, I get to the fact that this fucker is blackmailing us.

“Northline is blackmailing us,” Everett says, letting out a tired sigh. “I’ll be there in twenty⁠—”

“You don’t need to⁠—”

“Twenty minutes,” Everett repeats. And then he hangs up on me, not giving me another opportunity to protest.

Great.

Now my home will be full of three of the people Andi can’t seem to keep her eyes off of and I’ll just be standing there like an idiot with his dick caught in his hand.

Possibly literally, considering the throbbing hard-on that hasn’t gone away ever since I carried her in my arms.

That dress should be fucking illegal.

Combined with her heels, it makes her legs look a mile long, despite how short she is. Watching her dance, sandwiched between Leo and Beck, will probably replay in my mind endlessly. How could it not?

That dress left her entire back exposed, meaning I had a clear view of the way it arched as she leaned back to make out with Beck. I could even see the hint of dimples there. Dimples I want to dig my thumbs into as I rut into⁠—

Okay, not fucking helping. I need to take a cold fucking shower.