Page 47 of Tormented Kings

Then again, I’m dying to see what they do now that they have a girlfriend. I mean, it’s not too weird, my being in there, right? I was there for weeks before the agreement ended.

“Fuck it,” I mutter before pushing the doors open. I regret my decision immediately because the room is packed.

People look my way as I step inside, causing my stomach to become a bundle of nerves. My eyes flick across the room, searching for Declan and Grayson, but I don’t see them.

Turning around to leave, I grip the door handle to pull it open when a hand moves above my head, holding it closed.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry, Kitten.” My eyes flutter closed at Preston’s low, deep voice.

Taking a shuddering breath, I answer. “I was leaving.”

“But you only just got here. You're not afraid, are you?” he asks, taunting me. I spin around to give him a piece of my mind, but he doesn’t move away, and his body is practically pressed against mine.

My eyes flick up, my lips parting as my breathing quickly picks up. I hate how much he affects me.

I also hate how much I wish he would wrap his hand around my neck and call me his dirty little slut. I’m so fucked up. I really need to start booking appointments with my therapist again.

“W-what are you doing?” I whisper, my voice trembling. “People are staring.”

“So.” He raises a brow. “Let them look.” Still, he pushes off the door and takes a step back. “I’m guessing you're here to see Declan and Grayson?”

I nod my head.

“They’re with clients right now, but if you want to wait in here, you can.”

He turns around and takes a few steps forward. When he sees I’m not following he looks over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Are you coming or what?”

“Oh,” I mutter before my feet decide to finally work. I follow after him, my eyes flicking around the room. I must not have done a very good job looking because this time I find them easily.

Declan is sitting in a chair next to one of the bookshelves. He’s got a girl sitting next to him on a separate chair, a table between them. But what has me trying to suppress a smile is the way Declan is sitting.

He’s smiling, chatting with this girl, but he’s leaning as far away from her as he can get without being too obvious.

Biting the inside of my lip, I look away, only to spot Grayson. He’s sitting next to a girl on one of the couches. She is chatting away.

Her body is angled towards him, but his is facing forward, leaning his weight on the arm of the couch away from her. The position looks casual and not suspicious at all. But there’s a pillow he has placed between them, almost like a barrier.

As if he can sense me, Grayson’s eyes find mine. My heart skips when his lips twitch with a smile, and gives me a subtle wink before turning his attention back to the girl.

I feel stupid now for allowing any doubts to creep into my mind. They’re being nothing but gentlemen right now. Of course, they wouldn’t continue to do the same things they’ve done before. If this is going to work, I’m going to need to trust them.

Only it’s not as easy as I’d like it to be. There are so many factors that feed into my insecurities: my toxic past relationship,the fact I was cheated on, and seeing how these guys lived a promiscuous life before me are just to name a few.

I should just leave, but it would look bad, and I do want the chance to see them before heading to my next class. I miss them, their touch, their smell... the way their hands feel on me.

My mind drifts back to the other day at my cottage, and my belly heats.Now is not the time to be remembering sexual dreams, Sadie.

“You can sit wherever you want,” Preston says, bringing me into his little space at the back of the room, tucked away from everything else. “Want anything to drink?” He goes over to a tray with a teapot and cups.

“No. Thanks,” I reply softly, taking a seat on one of the couches.

Not looking at me, Preston nods and pours a cup for himself before taking a seat at his desk.

“How have you been?” he asks after a minute of silence. He stares at me, and my eyes snap over to him in surprise. “Oh. Ah, okay, I guess.”

“For someone in a new relationship, that doesn’t sound very good.” He raises a brow, taking a sip of his tea.

“It’s new.” I shrug. “And life doesn’t stop because of changes. We’re still in school, the guys still have lives, and there is the fact that your crazy dad wants me dead.” I give him a sweet smile.

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