Page 68 of Lovers Fate

He turns around and discovers that his front looks even better than his back. Ink covers every blank canvas on his skin, with the exception of his neck. His eyes narrow into dark pits. His muscles ripple when he arches his neck. My gaze travels down his torso to his ab muscles disappearing in a harsh V underneath the towel.

“What does it look like? I’m getting dressed.”

My gaze travels up when he steps closer to the foot of the bed. I see his face clearly. He has symmetrical lips, a straight nose with a small piercing, wet hair slicked back in the color of the dark sky, and a chiseled jawline. I can’t stop staring at him evenwhen he looks at me with an expression that tells me he wants nothing to do with me.

“Does it have to be here?” I challenge clutching the sheet over my breasts like it’s going to save me from him.

His gaze travels down my neck, stops at my hand fisting the sheet, and backs up to my accusatory stare, hoping he doesn’t notice that I’m very aroused between my thighs.

“Well, you’re in my room.” He drops the towel, and I feel as though my breath stops.

I swallow, and my throat feels stuck. He’s stark naked. His cock is thick and huge with... are those piercings? My eyes quickly travel to his face.

He arches a brow before he grabs his boxers. “You’re also in my bed.” He bends, putting one foot inside his shorts and then the other. His glorious muscles were flexing. “You can go, or…you can stay.”

I should grab my shit and run out of the room, but I’m practically naked. It’s one thing to dance in a slutty costume in a club where rules are enforced, but those rules don’t apply here. I’m in his room, in his bed. I should tell him to fuck off. Hell, I should ask Kaden why he didn’t warn me, but now that I’m thinking about it, He said no one stays here. Usually.

“You could’ve woken me up and asked me to leave.”

“Now why would I do that?”

“I don’t know,” I say sarcastically. Perhaps it’s because you don’t want me here.

“If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be, Athena.”

The sound of my name rolling off his tongue accelerates the heartbeat between my thighs. It is not due to my heat that a drop of sweat drips from the valley of my breasts. The a/c vent is blowing directly on my shoulders.

“I said I didn’t want you in my family’s circle or living in my house. I never said anything about my bed.”

Tiny needles pierce my eyes, causing them to sting. Of course, how stupid I was to think I would be good for anything else. I dance for money. In his eyes, it’s a step down from selling my body. He gives me the impression that he doesn’t judge me for it, but his words and the way he looks at me tell me otherwise. He’s no different from the men who watch me. They all want one thing.

I lick my dry lips. “Right.” I glance out the window hoping the sun will be up soon. Then he returns to the bedroom door and returns to the location where he is grabbing a T-shirt, allowing me a moment to exit the expansive bed. I grab my bag and clutch it to my chest like a lifeline. With my other hand, I grab the clothes I wore yesterday, quickly get dressed, grab my phone, and open the bedroom door.

Fuck him.

“Where are you going?” he asks darkly.

“What does it look like? I’m leaving.”

“It’s not safe for you to be walking out there alone.”

“For me, the situation outside is the same as it is inside.” It makes no difference.”

“Don’t…”

I leave without waiting to hear the rest.

I’m tempted to stop and knock on Kaden’s bedroom door but figure there is no point. I have his number and can thank him later. I find the front door, and once I’m outside, I take a deep breath of fresh air, realizing I was holding it the whole time I was making my escape.

Despite the chill of the night coating my arms and legs, I ignore it and continue walking down the drive, unsure of my direction. I figured once I’m out on the main road, I can open the map on my phone, and it would give me directions.

When I locate the road, I understand that leaving the house without a plan wasn’t the best decision. The road is dark, lined with trees on the side of it.

Movement from the trees draws my attention. “Shit,” I mutter.

I’m afraid to pull out my phone to check which way I should go toward the motel, but I’m frozen. There is a car heading right toward me, blinding me with the headlights. I squint, turning my head away when it gets close and pulls over.

“Are you lost?” A man’s voice asks. But the way he sounds, he isn’t asking because he cares if I am lost or not.

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