Page 52 of Finding Secrets

I want Kameron.

I wanted Kam, but his friend is here instead. My brain is just confused and boozed.

Before I can get too far away, he grabs the back of my neck and yanks me closer to him, his mouth right on my ear.

I am pissed at myself for liking him touching me this way and how my body is bursting with tingles from the action.

“Look. I don’t want to be runningthesekinds of errands for Kameron, and I can tell you don’t want me to be either, but you’re shit out of luck ’cause I promised him I would.” He pulls me back, hands still holding my neck in place. “And as much as I hate being told what to do, I don’t break a promise. Not to Kam.” His eyes flicker between what look like sadness and desire.

“What’s the errand?” I hiss out.

I don’t want to be this close to him right now.

“He wanted me to let you know he left for a bit.” He loosens the grip, letting my neck fall from his hold. Why do I miss it now that it’s gone? “But he wanted me to also let you know he is sorry he couldn’t tell you himself. It was last minute.”

“Thanks for the message and the harassment,” I scoff, rubbing my neck as I push past him.

I don’t look back at him until I get to Lianne at the bar.

“Who was that?” she asks, watching him scowl at us from the same spot I left him.

“Kameron’s friend.”

“And does Kameron’s friend have a name?” She gazes at him with a grin.

“Marcus. And don’t. He is a dick.”

“So are Samuel and Joshua. I think I may have a type.”

“First off, eww. That’s my brother. Secondly, don’t. He seems uninterested.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but I look straight at him, shoot up my middle finger to him with one hand, and wave goodbye with the other.

His nostrils flare, but he stalks out of the bar nonetheless, and it could be the liquor, but I could have sworn he almost smiled—if Marcus Flores is even capable of smiling, that is.

“Well, you got him to leave in a veryElliottway.” She knocks me with one of her hips. “Not veryEdenof you.” I turn to face her. Her pouty face looks at me with fake tears. “And I didn’t even get to shoot my shot.”

“Don’t.” I grab the drink from her hand and down it.

Rage is boiling in me. I am trying to decipher if it’s how Marcus talked to me and thought he could touch me like he did or because I don’t want Lianne to have a shot with him.

My head is spinning, and Lianne lets me lean my head on her shoulder.

How could I want KamandMarcus?

My mind can’t come up with an answer.

21

Eden

It’s been a week since the moment with Kameron at the bar, and it’s all I can think about. The way he touched me, controlled my body. I have never felt like I am on fire, but praise the Divine he made it feel so good. Since that day, I have touched myself more than I should have, as a lady of the Divine, but only when Samuel is at work and Mrs. Donovan is preoccupied.

Since that last outing, I haven’t been able to sneak off with Lianne to “train for my wifely duties.” Lianne has been messaging me those exact words, afraid Samuel will read them and we will both be in trouble. The thought terrifies me.

As to when I will be able to join her on our little field trips again, I have no flipping clue. When I ask Samuel whatdays would work, he tells me I have to wait a bit because he needs me at home, with the new members joining us.

So, I’ve been staying occupied by helping out with Mr. Donovan. Which is probably a good thing with how his health has been lately. He isn’t looking too well. They said they needed to place a colostomy bag on him a week ago due to his decline. Even with the lack of talking and movement, the light is starting to leave his eyes. He seems drained all the time, has been refusing to eat in the dining room, and his meals are going untouched.

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