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She looks up at me with wide eyes while Jonathan laughs from behind her. I need to make this quick before my dick decides to deflate. I look over at my brother who now has his eyes closed while he fucks this woman from behind. A look of ecstasy is on his face. Is he thinking of Kaz? Is he playing out a scene with the three of us instead of this blonde bimbo? I groan and close my eyes while playing those same thoughts out in my own head. It doesn’t take long before my release is shooting down the waitress's throat. She sputters as I rip her mouth from my dick. A feeling of disgust has already settled into the pit of my stomach. Maybe I should have actually had a few drinks tonight. I stand swiftly, pushing myself around her and my brother.

“I have to use the restroom. I do not need anymore tension loosened, Jonathan.”

Jonathan laughs in acknowledgement as I exit VIP. I make my way to the restrooms and spend the next ten minutes perusing the bottom floor before heading back up again. When Ireturn, Jonathan is standing near the balcony, peering out over the edge with his phone in hand. I walk up next to him just as his phone buzzes.

“Who are you texting?” I ask him nonchalantly.

He looks at me, guilt crossing his features.

“Are you fucking serious? I thought we discussed this. You were just balls deep in that waitress. What could you possibly need from that little slut?”

“Don’t call her that," he growls out. “I wasn’t the only one balls deep. I thought I could get over her but not even fucking that waitress with you could get her out of my head. I think it made it worse!”

I don’t miss the way he says “with you,” insinuating that he thought us resuming our normal extracurriculars would fix this situation. I also cannot tell him he’s wrong either. It did make it worse. If I thought she had a hold of us before, I was sadly mistaken. The thought of her between the both of us is searing itself into my brain. The only thing better than my imagination right now would be the real thing. Unfortunately, I may have already fucked that up and I’m not sure If It can be fixed now. I sigh and turn towards the crowd on the ground level.

“We should discuss this later when you have sobered up.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jonathan says as he pockets his phone.

We both peer out into the crowd before my brother nudges me and points someone out by one of the bars. “Is that who I think it is?”

I look over to see Riley, Sebastian’s intern, standing next to her husband. They look like they might be having a disagreement of sorts.

“I wonder if Sebastian knows she is here?” Jonathan asks curiously.

“Doubtful,” I reply. “If he did, you know he would already be hovering somewhere close and I don’t see him anywhere.”

“True,” Jonathan laughs.

We watch as Nate grabs a couple drinks from the bar and guides Riley into one of the private rooms on the side. Turning from the balcony, I stroll over and grab my phone from the floor and turn the screen on to see there still isn’t a response from Kaz. Irritation flows through me but I push it away completely before making my way back over to Jonathan who looks ready to pass out against the wall.

“Come on, brother,” I say, squeezing his shoulder. “I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Chapter 15

Kaz

One month later

I’m in the back of the Uber heading to the office, scrolling through my phone when a text from Riley comes through.

How are things in the office? I need to figure out how to get past all this. I’m going stir crazy.

I smile before shooting off my response.

I’m sure Sebastian is keeping you plenty busy. (Winking emoji)

Last month Riley was kidnapped by her psycho husband, Nate. They aren’t divorced yet but she has definitely left him. I never liked the guy anyway. He is a total loser and didn’t deserve someone as nice and as caring as Riley. She’s been staying with my boss Sebastian who is completely head over heels for her. It’s so funny to think of that man caring about anyone other than himself. I never thought I would see the day. The men of Bolt Corporation have never been the type to settle down but it seems that trend might be starting to take a turn. I think of Jonathan and the multiple texts I receive from him daily. I was starting to think he really did care until Jamison sent me that video last month with some skeezy bimbo on his lap. I was so pissed off I didn’t speak to him for days. The funny part is, he didn’t evenbother lying to me about it once I finally decided to speak to him again. He fully admitted to fucking her…with Jamison. That was what really sent me over the edge. Jamison sent me that picture to fuck with my head. I hate him. I hate how calculated he is. I hate how god damn good looking he is even when his deep blue eyes scream psychopath. But most of all…I hate how turned on I was at the thought of me being between him and Jonathan instead of that girl. What is wrong with me? Maybe I am the slut he wants me to be. My phone vibrates pulling me from my thoughts and I look down to see it’s Riley again.

You have no idea! But really, let’s get together for lunch soon okay? And have the guys send me something to do before I go insane!

I respond back letting her know I will do my best to get her some work and of course we can figure out lunch just as my ride puls up out front of the office building. I wave bye to my driver and turn to walk up when I’m greeted by the most delicious sight of Jonathan getting off his sleek black motorcycle. He whips his helmet off causing his waves to fall forward. That messy hair combined with his unbuttoned suit and lack of tie give him the perfect ‘I don’t give a fuck’ bad boy vibe. Why does he make looking good so damn easy? He turns towards me with his dazzling smile and bright blue eyes and I immediately school my features. I can’t let him see me drooling dammit.

“Hey, Pretty Girl," he whispers as he walks up next to me casually and we both enter the doors to the building.

“Morning, Jonathan,” I state in the most normal voice I can muster even though my insides are squirming at hearing him call me Pretty Girl.

He groans next to me and I look at him quickly before looking around. He’s staring at me like I’m dessert. My cheeks go red.

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