Page 36 of Riot

“Just my manager.” I hold out my phone. “You want to see?”

“What? No,” she scoffs, pushing my phone away.

“Baby, I have nothing to hide from you. Look through my entire phone if you want. I can tell you what you’ll find—way too many pictures of you and me stalking your socials, but not much else. In fact . . .” I load up the settings, and when she turns to me, I scan her face and then grin. “There, now you can unlock it with facial recognition too. What’s mine is yours.”

“You didn’t!” She gapes, so I turn my phone and watch her mouth drop open as it unlocks with her face. “What the fuck, Kage?”

“What’s your schedule like this week? I don’t want to intrude?—”

She laughs. “Really?”

“On any important meetings or anything, but I want to know when I can see you again,” I finish, ignoring her joke.

She looks away, and I watch her profile. “I’ll let you know,” is all she says, and I know that’s Fallon’s way of trying to push me away.

I let her because it won’t last. If she thinks she can get rid of me that easily, then she’s more delusional than I am.

Fallon is mine, and she’s never getting away from me.

I was right. Fallon is trying to avoid me.

Luckily, I was dressed up today so I don’t bother changing. I need to look the part to be at her side. My black leather jacket hangs to my feet, and underneath, I wear cinched black pants with a sheer, loose shirt. I know it looks good on me, and I dressed in hopes of seeing her. I guess I was feeling lucky, and I was right to.

It didn’t take long to find the restaurant, and I spent time searching the guy she is going on a date with—a foolish attempt to stop the rumors about us online. I’ve given her time this week, but I’m over it now. Instead, I focus on the man she is meeting. It seems he’s some kind of actor with a famous daddy no doubt buying all his roles. He’s a pretty boy but nowhere near the caliber of my girl, and he knows it.

I make sure to park around back, and then I rap on the metal fire door. Eventually, a confused waiter opens it. When he spots me, his eyes widen. Good, he knows who I am, so this will work well. I hand over a wad of cash. “I need your help.”

“Sure, sure, uh, can I have an autograph?” he asks, taking the money.

“You can, but help me first.” I know my smile is evil, but I don’t care.

I follow him inside, and after explaining what I want, I hide behind the bar in the fancy restaurant, watching as he goes to take their order. Their table isn’t too far away, and she looks really fucking good tonight, but then again, when doesn’t she? When the waiter comes back and starts making the drinks, he nods at one of the glass tumblers as he turns away to grab my girl’s drink. Grinning, I pull the crushed pills from my pocket and dump them in the glass, and then I stir it as he loads them onto a tray with a wink and heads back to their table.

I wait with a wicked grin as her date takes the glass without looking at the waiter and downs most of it nervously. I’d be nervous too with such a beauty looking at me, and it was just like I was expecting.

The waiter comes back to my side, and I slide over the autograph I promised. “What did you give him? Do I need an ambulance?”

“No, but maybe a plumber.” I smirk, watching them chat and drink.

That’s right, drink it all.

There’s enough in there to take down an elephant, never mind a rich boy.

I wait impatiently, and not too long later, her date pales, stopping mid-sentence. He suddenly jumps to his feet, stuttering something to a confused looking Fallon before he grabs his ass and stumbles through the restaurant to the hallway at the back. I can’t help but grin, and then I push away from the bar and make my way to my girl.

She turns and sees me heading her way, her mouth dropping open. I push my coat back at my hips to show off our matching outfits and let her get a good look at her man.

Her pupils dilate, desire filling her gaze, and when I reach her, I lean down and kiss her lips possessively. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I had to find the restaurant.” I head around the table and sit where he was, draping the napkin over my lap as I recline back in my seat.

She stares at me in shock. “Um, that’s my date’s seat.”

“Yes, and he’s sitting right here. Have you ordered food yet? I’m starving.” I drop my eyes to her body and watch her cheeks heat.

“He’ll be back any minute. You better go, Kage,” she snaps, shaking off her stupor.

I take the wine glass my new friend brings and sip it as I point at everything he touched. “You can remove his setting. I’ll need a new one.” When it’s gone, I meet her eyes and see her glaring, ice frosting her gaze. “He won’t be coming back anytime soon, sweetheart, trust me.”

“What did you do?” she snaps.

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