Page 41 of Destroyed

“Fuck no. Sasha’s not my style of crazy,” he says, “And before you ask, neither did Jamison.”

I raise my brow at him in question. “How do you know?”

“I know everyone my brother fucks,” Jonathan says matter a factly.

Jamison doesn't say a word. He just stares at Kaz with a blank face as if none of us are in the room.

“Okay, this is getting boring now. Come dance with me,” Corrine says, tugging me out of my seat.

I've never been much for dancing, not because I’m bad at it, but because I loathe the thought of bodies touching me. Luckily, Corrine chooses a spot on the edge of the dance floor, further away from the crowd. She wraps her arms around me, pressing her whole body against me while we grind to the music. We dance close, not letting an inch of air pass between our bodies, my thick length pressed up against her. I’m so fucking hard for her I could explode right here on the dance floor. I feel like a teenager having his first makeout session, about to come in my pants.

“Fuck you are so sexy,” I rasp in her ear as I flip her around and grab her around the waist. I continue to grind against her while running my other hand down her waist and kissing her neck. She shutters under my touch, her eyes closing as she leans into me. My hands roam, catching the edge of her ripped band tee, and I slide it up enough to see her creamy skin. I’m pushing my hand into her jeans, fully intending to finger fuckthis beautiful goddess on the dance floor, when my eyes catch on something small right by her hip bone. She gasps when I spin her around and pull her jeans down enough to uncover the tiny black and white butterfly tattoo identical to mine.

“Xavier?” she questions. I tear my gaze from the tattoo before looking at her. “I can explain…”

“I have to use the restroom,” I say, cutting her off and turning towards the bathrooms.

She grabs my arm, her eyes pleading with me. “Wait, just let me explain.”

“I need a minute,” I grit out, and she nods, letting me go.

I push through the crowd quickly, avoiding as much contact as possible, before heading down the dim hallway to the restrooms. I walk in and head to the sink, placing both hands on the edge and staring at myself in the mirror.

Corrine has the same tattoo as me. A butterfly. Is this why I felt the need to call her Butterfly? Is this why the little butterfly innuendos keep happening?

This girl must have meant something to me to mark myself for her. Fuck I must have loved her. I…Idolove her.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I love this girl. I love this green-eyed goddess who has wholly flipped my entire world upside down. I have a fucking butterfly tattooed on my hip bone, for god's sake. If that's not love, I don’t know what is. I notice myself smiling in the mirror like a creeper, and it drops when I realize I probably freaked her out. I need to talk to her and make sure she’s alright. The door to the restroom opens, but I ignore it and lean down to splash water on my face. Before I can pull back up, I feel a slight prick in my neck.

“What the fuck?” I slur out as I grab the side of my neck and twist around. My body falls against the edge of the sink, and the man in front of me grabs my arm to hold me up. He whistles to himself as he shoves the capped syringe back in his pocket andgrips me under both arms. The last thing I see is the flashing dance floor lights at the end of the hall. As I’m drug out a back door, everything goes black.

Chapter 31

Corrine

Minutes tick by, and I stand rooted on the dance floor. I can’t figure out what happened just now. Was Xavier mad that I have the same tattoo as him? The look on his face held both confusion and shock. But moments before, he had had his hands all over me, and it felt like it used to between us.

I realize I’m staring toward the bathrooms, expecting him to come out, while people bump into me on the dance floor. Getting annoyed with the closeness suddenly, I head back to our table.

“That was fast,” Jonathan says from the booth. “I always figured Xavier was quick to blow his load!”

“Don’t be a dick,” I say. At this point, I can handle the antics of the Bolt boys. “I think he got upset,” I say, looking to Riley for help.

“Babe?” Riley asks, turning in Sebastian’s lap to face him. “Can you go check on Xavier?”

“I’m sure he’s fine, you two,” Sebastian says. He probably just needed to take a piss.”

“You don’t think he was going in there to take pills, do you?” I ask, concern now growing in my belly.

“I threw that shit out,” Jamison says matter-of-factly. Xavier is done with the pills.”

“Oh,” is all I can think to say. “Well, he’s been gone for like ten minutes. Can one of you go check?” I finally wedge into thebooth now and look pointedly at the men. They finish whatever conversation they were having when I arrived about one of the cases at the firm, when finally Jonathan looks at me, and I give him a pouty lip. “Please?”

Jonathan stands, taking a swig of his bourbon and then setting it down dramatically. “I’ll be the hero.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but follow him with my eyes as he heads the same way Xavier did in his freak-out. Jonathan rounds the corner of the hallway bathroom, and not ten seconds later, he jogs his way back to the table.

“What the..” I mutter, preparing for the worst. “Is he sick in there? Dead?”

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