Page 63 of Destroyed

“Are we where I think we are?” I ask as I bite my lip.

Xavier is behind me, caging me in with his arms as he peers over my shoulder and presses himself against me.

“Where I first met you, Butterfly.”

“I don’t remember this balcony being here.”

“That's because it wasn’t. It was a small utility room that I had them convert into a special room just for us. I even had them move the couch we originally fooled around on up here.”

“How the hell did you do that?” I ask curiously as I watch the bodies below. “Doesn’t Lockhart own this place?”

“I bought Lock & Key from him. He won’t be a problem anymore. We came to an understanding.”

I spin around, my eyes wide. “You bought this place?”

“I bought it for us. I was thinking maybe you could help me spruce it up a bit. You know, with your amazing artistic abilities,” Xavier says as he gazes into my eyes.

“You are absolutely insane,” I say as I nudge him backward. He looks at me with a worried expression.

“Completely crazy,” I say, nudging him again. The back of his legs hit the couch.

“Sexy as Fuck,” I whisper, pushing him down onto the couch. “I can’t believe you did this for us.” I drop to my knees. Xavier’s eyes grow hooded as he watches me unzip his pants and pull his already-hard dick out and stroke it.

“This is the best surprise ever,” I say as I lick up the side of his shaft before opening my mouth and swallowing him all the way down. He moans as he hits the back of my throat.

“I’m going to buy every fucking sex club in New York if this is my reward,” he groans as he grabs the back of my head.

I laugh around his dick as I stroke and suck him until he is coming down my throat. He then proceeds to flip me over on the couch and devour me until I’m screaming so loud I might actually lose my voice. Once we finish, he drags me back into the main room and up to the VIP section, where all our friends are waiting.

“Your lipstick is smudged,” Kaz whispers as she leans over and wipes under my lip with her thumb. She smirked at me when I thanked her, then glanced at her phone before walking away to answer it.

Riley comes up and hugs me before Sebastian grabs her and yanks her onto his lap, holding her to his body. I laugh out loud at how possessive he is of her. She loves it, and they are perfect together. I look over at Xavier as he sits beside me on the couch. He runs his hand up and down my leg as he laughs at some joke Jonathan makes. I love seeing him happy again. I love knowing that I’m the one that makes him happy. I never thought I would be like my sister and find one person who would complete me so perfectly, but now that I have, I can’t imagine it any other way.

Xavier notices me staring at him and looks at me with a smile. “A penny for your thoughts?” he asks.

“I was just thinking about how perfect you are.”

“Don’t you mean how perfectweare?”

“Yeah, that,” I say, laughing.

“I love you,” he says as he leans over and kisses me

“I love you too, Butterfly.”

“A toast to another happy couple!” Jonathan slurs out as he hands out tube shots to everyone. “May the rest of us find something just as special as what you guys have!” He looks at Kaz, and she looks away, clearly annoyed, as she downs the shot. Then she grabs Riley and me and pulls us up to dance the rest of the night away while everyone laughs at Sebastian’s grumbling.

Epilogue

Kaz

I make my way out of the VIP section and down the stairs quietly. I’ve had at least six shots and numerous drinks already tonight, and I’m feeling a bit too tipsy. Besides that, I can’t take any more innuendoes from Jonathan. My phone chimes from my purse, and I roll my eyes. That’s probably him now, asking where I went.

“None of your fucking business,” I mumble to myself as I stumble down the last few stairs. I attempt to lean up against the wall when a strong hand grips me around my neck, pulling me behind a curtain.

“You are my fucking business,” a deep voice growls out as I’m pushed up against a wall. I look up, startled but relax when I realize who has me in a chokehold. Deep blue eyes glare down at me. I would know those eyes anywhere.

Jamison presses in close, and I catch myself arching against him, causing him to smirk. Bastard. His hair is perfectly gelled back, and he wears his signature suit, which covers every delicious part of his body. “What are you doing wandering around by yourself?” he asks me, tilting his head to the side like a fucking psychopath.

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