Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
And I was in great need of a severe carb fix at the moment because I’d been telling myself for weeks that Conner would be able to help and I was at the end of my rope.
Conner was blinking silently still, definitely processing and probably plotting, but I was still irritated at him, so I ignored him. Cyrus must’ve realized it too because he didn’t look in the asshole’s direction either. “Sure.”
I’d known coming with him to the club would be a bad idea, but we always came together and I’d thought it would’ve made the situation stand out worse if I’d switched that out.
Obviously not.
The universe was fucking with me because I liked being humiliated.
It was an asshole too.
But as we stood up, asshole number one finally spoke. “I’m sorry I made the wrong call. It won’t happen again and I’ll do my best to keep thinking about what you asked.”
No.
Just no.
“I’m good.” Trusting him wasn’t the issue even though his wince said he thought it was. “I’m not angry at you.”
Not much anyway.
“I just realized you were right.” Asking him to help me find someone to watch me on hidden cameras in my house was a stupid idea…stupid but still a hot one. It probably fell into the some things were only meant to be fantasies category.
It would’ve been easier if I’d clicked with any of the Doms at the club but it hadn’t worked out at all. They all felt more like brothers even though I’d tried talking to a lot of them, and the handful that hadn’t felt like family weren’t into humiliation at all.
At all.
“I’m not sure I want to be right in this case.” Frowning, he sighed as he rose, still as graceful as if he’d been in heels and a dress. “Do me a favor and go grab me a water from the bar before you leave?”
It was clearly a stall tactic, so I raised one eyebrow and glanced between the two men. Cyrus seemed to be bouncing between guilt and confusion, but I couldn’t read Conner as well even when he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Nothing personal about what we talked about. I promise.”
He was an asshole sometimes and a drama queen all the time, but he wasn’t a liar, so I nodded. “After I grab my keys and stuff from the locker room.”
I’d give them privacy, but not for long.
They had less than three minutes for me to get my shit and get back to them, but Conner took the whole time being dramatic. He was waving his arms around looking incensed about something. Cyrus was still frowning. There was drama oozing out of both of them, just in different ways, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
I liked not knowing what they were discussing even less.
What the fuck had they done?
The walk had given me enough space that I was slightly less pissed and definitely less turned on, but confusion and frustration were settling in. I really didn’t like either of those emotions and had to fight the urge to let my drama take over as well.
“Are you two done?” Done losing their shit? Done bitching? Done putting on a show for everyone in the club lounge? “Here’s the water you didn’t need.”
Conner rolled his eyes but took the bottle of water gracefully. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” After pleasantries had been exchanged and most people had stopped watching their performance, I sighed. “And?”
Conner folded his arms over his chest, making the suit thing even more distracting. “And Cyrus has something to tell you.”
I couldn’t decide if Cyrus wanted to roll his eyes or start arguing with Conner again, but after a few moments, he nodded slowly. “I asked Conner for help with something and it…it seems to have blended in a bit too much with whatever you were talking to him about. So he wasn’t trying to overshare. It was an accident.”
How?
Just how?
Nope.
“Fine.” That didn’t mean I was going to ask any questions, though. “Dinner?”
Food would hopefully sound good by the time we got to the restaurant. At the moment, my stomach was rebelling and didn’t like the stress it couldn’t explain. Ignoring things I didn’t want to address was my superpower, though, so I turned to Conner. “Can we leave my car here until we’re done with dinner?”
It was kind of rude, but there’d been plenty of parking earlier, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded. “I owe you that at the very least.”
“Nah, we’re good.” Because otherwise I’d have to ask questions…or worse…self-reflect.
Conner gave me a skeptical look like he knew what I was thinking but he didn’t directly call me out on it. “You guys need to talk. Desperately. And before I’ll let you do anything else interesting here.”
Fuck.
Did he actually have a reason for driving me crazy?