Page 36 of Love Thief

Eleven

KELLEN

Iget back to the box and no Kitten. I’m fucking fuming. I sang my heart out tonight, way more than normal, because I thought she’d be watching and cheering for me. She’s never seen me live, so you’d think she’d be desperate. But no, she’s ill. And gone.

I sit, steaming in my anger. She was absolutely fine earlier. Something’s not adding up. “What did you say was up with her?” I ask Grace, figuring Evie’s closest friend would have something of a clue.

“She came over all funny and went a bit dizzy, so decided to go back. She’ll be at the hotel, she just didn’t want to spoil the night for everyone, or all our fun.”

Xan whips his head around, watching Grace. “Drop her a message,” he says to me, not taking his eyes off Grace. “Check she’s ok.”

I pull my phone out and suddenly I have a lapful of Bells. She’s tripped up, practically diving head first into my cock, tipping her huge cocktail all over my jeans and my phone.

Pushing her off as Gabe comes to grab her, I scowl and ask him, “What’s up with this lot tonight?”

“Been on ecstasy, coke, booze and god knows what else,” he answers, rolling his eyes.

There’s definitely a weird atmosphere. Typically I wouldn’t notice, it all looks normal. Women–check, drink–check, drugs–check, sex on tap–check. Yep all normal. So why does it feel weird?

Because this was life before Evie. B.E. I smile a bit to myself at that. It’s fucking true. It’s boring, dull, lifeless without her here. It’s all the fucking same. She brings the colour, the life. Fucking hell, how dull it all must have been, life B.E.

Kenny backs Grace up to the bar and is making out with her, his hands up her dress. I walk past to sort out my jeans and she grabs my hand and puts it on her tits, making a move to kiss me. I’m shocked, and that takes some doing. What the fuck have they been on?

Laughing at her, as this must be a joke, I step back and remove my hand. “Nice one Grace.”

“You know I want you, Xan, and Kenny,” she says, slurring her words.

“When you’re sober, tell me that. You couldn’t handle me and Xan. Kenny’s just about your limit.”

“If Evie can handle you, I can,” she states with fucking attitude.

I laugh again. “You have no idea.” I get up close and in her face. She has totally pissed me off. “You want me to fuck you, Grace? You want me to fuck that arse of yours? So you can’t sit in that chair at school. I could bite your cunt, stick my tongue in you, bite those tits so they run with blood.”

I pull her head back—not hard, just enough to make sure she feels it through her haze—and grab her throat gently. She whimpers and I can see even though she’s high, she’s terrified. “You’re fucking scared now and I haven’t got anywhere near what I do to Evie. No, Grace, you couldn’t handle me. And Xan, well, he’s a completely different level. That PG shit he did to you at Evie’s house was boring for him. Pure vanilla. He let you off because he knew you were just basic, and always would be.”

I walk off, leaving her with Kenny.

Xan smiles and cracks out the whiskey. “It’s not Marshall’s,” he tells me, “but it’s ok. We’ll have one here and go to the club. I’ve got an idea for a song at the club. It'll be epic.”

He’s grinning as some girls come into the box with the event promoter. Fuck. This is so hard without her here. I get sucked in for photos, selfies, poses.

Tiff is being super aggressive to any girls that come near me. I think she’s looking out for Evie, until she rubs her hands over my cock and won’t remove them when asked. Fuck my life. Even my wife’s supposed friends are at it.

Over it, I signal to leave and we all go on to the next club.

Same story here—women, women everywhere. Xan has a woman in a booth within minutes of arriving. She has him in her hands in no time, jerking him off, and leaning over to suck him off.

I look at him and he shrugs. “She was desperate to,” he tells me.

“Are we doing a song?” I ask him, sitting down next to him and watching as the woman’s head bobs up and down on him.

“Touch my balls,” Xan tells her, “massage them, now touch underneath.”

I put my head in my hands. Do I really have to listen to this shit? I look at Xan through my fingers, trying to ignore the woman, and laugh as he groans loudly.

“Suck harder darlin’,” he tells her, moving her head with his hand and pulling her hair.

Jesus fucking christ, is this what I looked like? Before—before Evie? B.E. I can't get the phrase out of my head. Fuck I want my wife.

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