Page 34 of Veil of Lies

I stayed on Harley’s lap, facing away so I didn’t have to look at Quinn. This ranked as the best and worst night of my life so far. With the possible exception of when the FBI raided our apartment in NYC. That had been a complete cluster fuck too.

“Harley! Are you fucking out here avoiding me?”

We all winced. Cassie’s screech made my ears bleed.

“Oh kill me now,” muttered Harley.

“There’s a decent drop if you jump over the railing, you’ll likely end up dead,” Quinn offered helpfully.

Harley ignored him. “Sweetheart, I need to deal with Cassie. Head around the side and go back in through the back door. I’ll meet you there.”

I grabbed my glasses and stood, keeping my back to Quinn to avoid embarrassing myself any further. Of course Harley wanted rid of me. If Cassie saw me with him, she’d have a complete meltdown. I wasn’t an idiot. This meant nothing. It was just a bit of fun. By tomorrow, we’d all have forgotten about it and Harley would have moved on with some other girl. I was under no illusions that this was anything serious. He was not that type of guy.

It was for the best, I decided, as I pulled up the Uber app and called a car. Tessa was making out with her hot guy and had assured me she was OK, so I had no qualms about leaving her. She’d be fine. Whether I would be was a whole other story.

Chapter 28

Stella

A soft tapping on my door roused me. It felt like I’d fallen asleep less than ten minutes ago, which given it was only 3 AM, wasn’t that far wrong. My head throbbed. Since leaving the party, I’d been all over the place. I was stupid to have let lust get the better of me. Sure, the orgasm he’d given me had been amazing, but fucking anyone was against my self-imposed relationship ban. I needed to keep people at a distance, and that included hot-as-fuck boys. Even if all I wanted to do was fuck them.

Fuck.

Who was knocking at my door at this time of night? I frowned. It was probably a prank, or some drunk guy getting his room numbers mixed up. Whoever it was would regret it. I wasn’t in the mood to play nice.

I peered through the spy hole and froze. What the fuck was he doing here?

Harley leaned against the door jam with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face when I opened the door. “Why are you here?” I snapped in a low voice, anxious not to attract any unwanted attention.

“That’s not exactly friendly!” he pouted. “I’m annoyed with you actually.”

“Why?” I folded my arms across my chest, which only served to push my tits together. Of course, he noticed. His eyes wandered down and my nipples perked up.

“Are you going to let me in so we can talk about us?” he asked when he managed to lift his eyes from my cleavage.

“There is no us.”

Harley frowned. “Stella, don’t be like that. Just let me in already. I don’t want to make a scene, but…”

“Are you seriously threatening me?”

He shrugged then smirked. “I’m willing to do what it takes. Now let me in, sweetheart.”

I huffed and scowled at him. He knew damn well he had me over a barrel. With Cassie next door, the last thing I needed was a full-on bitch fight at 3 AM.

“Fine,” I hissed. “You’ve got 5 minutes.”

He smiled triumphantly and strolled in like he owned the place, glancing around curiously, taking in the complete lack of personal items or decorative touches.

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” he teased. “It’s so…boujee.”

“Fuck off, Harley.” This idiot was seriously testing my patience.

“And that’s why I like you Stella, you give no fucks,” he laughed as he sat down on the bed and spread his muscular thighs. My eyes were immediately drawn to the thick bulge between his legs. I couldn’t help it. Yeah, I was weak. Despite the orgasm earlier, my body was still thrumming with need. I was nowhere near sated. Not even a little bit.

“What do you want?” I asked, inwardly cringing at the way the words came out all husky and needful. God. I was so fucked.

Harley beckoned me closer. The way he smiled at me made my legs tremble. Moisture welled up between my legs. I took a step toward the bed. It was like we were attached by an invisible cord. I was powerless to resist as he wound the cord tighter, drawing me ever closer, casting a spell that killed any sense of self-preservation I might have had.

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