Page 8 of Destroyed

Sebastian slams down across from me before dragging an intoxicated Riley onto his lap. He looks enraged.

Riley starts pouting before turning towards the table and eyeballing the pile of goodies in the middle. “Ohhhh, shots!” She exclaims, grabbing two for herself.

“I think you have had enough,” Sebastian growls, trying to grab them from her. One flies across the table, hitting me in the chest.

“Sorry, Xavier,” Riley singsongs before unscrewing the other shooter and tipping it back.

“Bad little mouse,” Sebastian says in her ear. “I’m going to punish you later.”

She giggles before turning towards him to whisper in his ear. I roll my eyes before glancing around the table. If Riley is here, that means her sister isn’t far away.

I look at Jamison, who is still staring in the same direction he was when I arrived. I follow his gaze and notice Kaz dancing on the dance floor, facing toward us. Another woman blocks her body but flicks her gaze towards Jamison while dancing suggestively. The woman in front of her is considerably shorter and has medium brown hair cut to her shoulders. It falls in loose, tousled curls, and she runs her fingers through them while she dances. “Spade” By Marilyn Manson plays in the background and her hips sway seductively. Fuck, I didn’t know a woman dancing to this song could look so sexy. Suddenly, Kaz flips her around to face us while grinding against her from behind. I’m stuck staring into the gorgeous green eyes of Riley’s sister Corrine while Kaz whispers something in her ear, causing her to bite her lip.

“I’m starting to understand why you like to watch, Xavier,” Jonathan’s voice creeps in from beside me. I jerk my gaze away and adjust my hard-as-a-rock dick discreetly under the table.“I’m not watching,” I argue and glance toward Jamison, noting the angered look he has on his face.

“Move,” he says, speaking to me and Jonathan but not taking his eyes off the scene before us.

Jonathan’s smile drops off his face before he replies to his brother. “Leave her be, Jamison,” he says.

I know they both have had a hard-on for Kaz since she started with the firm, but Sebastian made it pretty clear from the beginning that the head of HR was off-limits. I’ve seen their banter over the years, but I’m suddenly a little surprised. Did something change in the last year that I can’t remember? I always thought Kaz despised Jamison, but the way she’s dancing with Corrine while staring at him makes me think otherwise unless there’s something else going on.

I get it suddenly. I’m going to kill her. She’s dancing with Corrine to make me jealous. Well, it’s not going to work. I think those two forgot exactly who they were messing with. I am a voyeur, after all.

“I said move,” Jamison says again.

Jonathan rolls his eyes and nudges me to get up so Jamison can get around us. He stalks away in another direction, and I glance back to the dance floor to see that Kaz and Corrine are both gone. I find myself glancing around, searching for Green Eyes.

It’s for her safety, I think. I just want to make sure she’s ok.

Suddenly, a chair pulls up beside me, and Corrine sits directly in my sight line.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi,” I reply.

She’s just looking at me, and I’m starting to feel the familiar pull on my heart rate. I like to be the observer, not the subject, and the way she’s looking into my eyes without saying a damn word is setting me off. My dick grows hard in my pants as Iimagine those eyes staring up at me while those pretty lips wrap around my dick.

Why is my dick getting hard while I’m having the beginning of a panic attack? Am I nervous? I’m never nervous. Maybe I do have brain damage from the accident. My leg starts shaking under the table, so I rub my hand down it to calm myself. A warm hand rests over mine and I feel a sense of calm wash over me for a split second before I rip my hand away. The look of hurt that crosses Corrine’s face guts me, but I can’t help myself. I don’t want her fucking pity. I don’t need it. At this point, I’m sure everyone at our table is watching us, and that just pisses me off further. I don’t want to be the center of attention. Leaning in towards her, I repeat the same words I said when I woke up in the hospital.

“Don’t touch me.”

I’m unsure what I expected, but it isn’t what happens next.

A flash of anger in her eyes goes so quickly that I'm not sure anyone else would notice before a smirk appears. She pushes the chair back and leans across me, quickly grabbing a tube shot and uncapping it.

“Sure thing, Butterfly,” she replies smoothly before downing her shot and heading back to the dancefloor. I look to Sebastian and Riley, who seems just as much at a loss for words as I am, before Jonathan whistles next to me.

“Damn, Riley, you didn’t tell me your sister was so spicy,” he jokes, attempting to break the tense atmosphere at the table.

I find myself rubbing my hip area where that tattoo sits, wondering if her words were a coincidence or something more. Anxiety cripples me and I find myself pushing back from the table.

“I gotta get out of here,” I mumble before standing and rushing away.

I hear Sebastian call out for me but I don’t stop.

I don’t stop when I make it out to the street and hail a cab.

I don’t stop when I tell the driver to take me to the one place I know can calm my nerves.

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