Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
But never in a bed and never more than quick blow jobs or rushed hand jobs. This wasn’t a thing. We still weren’t friends. We didn’t talk or hang out beyond screwing around, but we’d stuck to the truce and enjoyed frequent orgasms.
Dominic had announced the last call about twenty minutes ago, which meant we’d be shooing customers out the door soon. Hopefully, tonight would be one of the nights Ryder and I ended up in the back of his car for a fun time. It’d be easy and far more comfortable to head over to Ryder’s apartment once the bar closed, but that felt too boyfriendy. Meeting up at his apartment so late at night made it too easy for one or both of us to fall asleep afterward. The thought of accidentally waking up to the morning light in Ryder’s giant bed was enough to keep me from accepting the occasional offer to drive there instead of jumping each other in the SUV.
Sneaking out of someone’s bed while they slept sucked, but confronting Ryder after a night in his bed would be worse. He’d be all mussed and sleepy, probably naked or at least bare-chested.
He might have morning wood.
Shit.
I’d have to pretend to be unaffected, which was the real problem. The more time I spent with Ryder, the more I liked the guy.
And that was plain stupid.
“Hey, Ally…” Trevor jogged toward me, shouting over the music. His bowtie was askew, and a sheen of sweat made his gold glitter shimmer brightly beneath the lights.
I stopped collecting glasses onto my tray. The guys at my two tables were all from one bachelor party and had closed out a few minutes ago, not wanting to be caught in the rush of everyone leaving the moment the lights brightened. “What’s up? Need help at your table?”
He shook his head, holding a phone out to me. “Your phone won’t stop ringing. I’m sorry I went into your locker, but I remembered your combo from when you told me a while back. It was quicker than getting you first.”
My stomach plummeted like a roller-coaster drop. Anytime my phone rang at work, I feared my mom was having a medical emergency. Parker had a strict no-cell-phone policy for his employees but understood my situation and wouldn’t have a problem with me checking on my mom. “No. Thank you, Trev. You did the right thing.” I grabbed the phone from his open palm.
Six missed calls from Kenny.
“Fuck.” I hit his contact and held the phone to my ear.
“I’ll be closing out my tables. If you need me, come get me.” He squeezed my arm before darting back to his area.
I couldn’t hear the ringing over the loud music, so I hustled to the locker room. “Hello?” an unfamiliar voice answered as soon as I entered the staff room. “Kenny? Who is this? Where’s Kenny?”
“This his brother?” The gruff voice was hard to make out over shouting and music in the background on his end.
“Yes,” I shouted into the phone as though I’d hear him better at a higher volume. “This is Alex. Is Kenny okay?”
“Yo, man, you gotta come pick up your bro. He’s fucked up, and he pissed some people off. Messed with the wrong guy. I don’t want him here no more, but he’s too fucked up to leave on his own.”
Fucking Kenny. My heart slammed against my ribcage. I clutched the phone so hard I risked shattering the screen. “Is he hurt? Does he need an ambulance?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. Nah, prolly not. He’s just fucked up.”
What the hell did that mean? Injured? High? Was he bleeding out or unconscious? “Can I talk to him?”
“Nah, he ain’t making much sense… too out of it. Look, dude, you gotta come get his sloppy ass. I got ’im away, but they’re gonna come looking for him soon.”
Who? What the hell had Kenny done to have people searching for him?
“Should I call the cops?”
Wrong question.
“Fuck no!” the guy screamed, sounding clear as a bell for the first time since the call started. “Cops show up, I’ll know it was you. You don’t want that, man.”
I grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged as I paced the small locker room. “All right. No cops. Promise. Text me the address. I’m leaving now to come get him.”
“No fucking cops.”
“You have my word.”
“That don’t mean shit to me,” he said before the phone disconnected.
I swear my heart stopped in the seconds when I waited for him to text the address. Just as I was about to dive into a full-blown panic attack, my phone chimed.
“Thank fuck,” I whispered.
“I heard.” Trevor’s voice at the door had me nearly jumping out of my skin. “Go. I’ll take care of your tables.”
I set my phone down and opened my locker, grabbing the first item of clothing I could reach, my sweatpants. “I gotta let Parker know.”