Page 89 of Rooster

If that's how Henry treats his twin brother, I hate to imagine what he does to people he has no connection to.

"What happened?" I begin, but he shushes me, pointing to the dash of the vehicle.

"Company owned," he says. "Nothing we say in here will be private."

I snap my lips closed immediately. Cerberus already knows too much about me from the research that was done in an effort to figure out who Henry was in the very beginning. The last thing I want are witnesses to us trying to work through this latest mess.

"I got a hotel room earlier," he says as he pulls into a parking garage. "So we don't have to waste time at the front desk."

I breathe a sigh of relief. I have looked rough all day from the bad night I had, but I've continued to cry since he picked me up from work. The very last thing I want to do is spend time with someone staring at me while he's getting a room and wondering if I'm in danger.

"I'll get the door," he says as he parks, and I wait for him to climb out of the SUV and come around to my side.

He offers his hand to help me out of the vehicle and doesn't release it on the way to the parking garage elevator.

I didn't even pay attention to what hotel he brought us to, but even knowing the name wouldn't mean anything. There are a kazillion hotels in Vegas.

The second we step on the elevator, he positions himself behind me, his nose against my neck, arms wrapped all the way around my body, hands splayed across my lower belly.

I live in the moment for the briefest of seconds, but the pain and heartache I felt from yesterday is far from completely gone.

I take a step away.

"I'm still mad at you," I manage through my sorrow.

"I know," he says, his tone marking a hint of remorse. "Henry has been ruining my life since we were born."

"You could've trusted me."

"He's a master manipulator," he says, holding his arm across the elevator door when it opens. "Just down there."

I follow the point of his hand, pausing outside of the room he indicates so he can unlock the door.

"He's impossible to catch. His work is flawless. He's better at what he does than I am," he explains as we step into the room. "It kills me to know that he's been places that I haven't been."

I turn to face him, my brows drawn together in confusion as he closes and flips the top latch on the door.

I understand his meaning when I see the lustful look in his eyes when he faces me.

"Robert," I whisper, wishing there was a way to delete someone from my past.

I had always wondered if my history with his brother was going to cause problems for us down the road, and although I hadn't noticed signs of it before, it's very clear now that he's bothered by it.

"We need to talk," I say holding my hand up.

"We need to reconnect," he says. "Don't you want that?"

"I do," I say, taking his hand when he offers it to me.

I've never felt guilt over my interactions with other men. I was a single female making adult decisions, and although I've had lackluster partners before, I've never really regretted my choices. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. That's the luck of the draw.

I don't even know if I can hate what happened with Henry because it brought me to Robert, and as angry as I am, I still feel like there's a very real chance this man is my soulmate.

And that's why I don't fight him when he tugs my arm and situates my body face-first against the wall. He doesn't hesitate to press against me. The way he wants to reconnect is thick and very evident against my lower back.

"This is going to alleviate a lot of my anger," he whispers in my ear as his hands trail down my body.

Part of me wants to get away. We can always have sex, and honestly, I don't want our first time going all the way to be tainted with what he feels like he should've had first rather than me having experienced that with his brother.

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