Page 24 of Slay King

I made my way downstairs and followed the sound of voices to the lounge room. The door was standing open as I looked inside. Sebastian was seated on one of the sofas with a piece of pizza in his hand and his focus on the large screen that covered the wall. I scanned the rest of the area to see Storm pouring a drink at the bar. Wells was seated in a leather chair when I found him. His attention was already on me.

He smiled at me. A slow, slightly devilish grin. “Come on in. Have some pizza.”

I felt the other two sets of eyes in the room swing my way, and I stepped inside, shifting my gaze from Storm to Sebastian.

“You’re awake,” Storm said. “Pizza is on the table. Go get you some. I’ll fix you a drink. What’s your poison?”

The smell of the pizza hit me, and my stomach grumbled. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now.

“Uh, water is fine,” I replied.

“Water it is,” he agreed.

“Come on. It’s pizza. If you’re not gonna have a beer, at least have a cocktail. We can make girlie shit,” Wells said, opening the box of pizza on the table that sat in front of the main sofa.

“Water is fine. Really.”

“Let her drink what the fuck she wants,” Sebastian snapped at him.

Wells rolled his eyes and grabbed another slice of pizza, then sat back down.

I decided to take the seat on the same sofa as Sebastian. Wells made me uneasy. I had been around him the least of the guys. Granted, he didn’t make me feel as edgy as Thatcher did though. Thankfully, he wasn’t here.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Sebastian asked, his gaze flickering over to Wells.

Wells finished chewing the food in his mouth and swallowed. “Yeah. Sure you two don’t want to join me?”

Storm held out my glass of water to me, then glanced over at Wells. “I might later.”

Wells smirked. “You got a thing for the new blonde, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t call it a thing.”

“When Storm gets a thing for someone, it’ll be a cold day in hell,” Sebastian said, leaning forward to take the box of pizza and slide it closer to me. “Don’t be shy. Eat up.”

Setting down my glass of water, I took a piece of pizza and placed it on a napkin.

“You’ve forgiven King,” Wells said.

I glanced up at him. Had I forgiven King, or was it just unavoidable? My need for him was stronger than the damage he’d done. I wasn’t going to explain all that to Wells—or anyone for that matter—so I just nodded, then took a bite of the pizza.

Wells chuckled as he stood up. “Looks like things are gonna get interesting then.”

“Shut up,” Sebastian told him. The warning in his voice was clear.

I wanted to ask what he’d meant by that, but I continued to eat and stay silent.

“Fine. I’m heading out,” Wells said, standing up.

The relief that he was leaving came instantly. I didn’t much care for his company.

“See what they’re saying about the Derby predictions,” Storm said to Sebastian, ignoring Wells’s announcement.

I watched the large screen as he changed the channel.

“Empire is an early pick,” Sebastian told him as they both sat, focused on the men speaking about it.

“Hughes always gets the early pick,” Storm replied.

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