Page 12 of Undeniably

Sitting in the driveway of Yates Manor is eerie. My mind hasn’t forgotten about the last time I was here. An involuntary shiver makes its way down my spine at the memory.

Shaking off the feeling, I give myself a mental pep talk before I make my way to the door. Knocking once, I turn around, looking over the front lawn. It hasn’t changed a bit.

When the door opens, I turn, smiling, expecting Boswell.

Instead, I come face-to-face with the man I’ve been avoiding.

“What are you doing here?”

Rolling my eyes, I put my hand on my hip. “I’m here to get Tinsley. Is she ready?”

He narrows his eyes. “What do you mean ‘get Tinsley’? She’s not going anywhere with you. Who knows if she would make it back?”

I let out a humorous laugh. “Whatever you say, Keat.” Pulling my phone out, I text her before locking my eyes on his. “I’ll wait in the car for her.”

Before I can turn to leave, he grabs my arm. Tingles dance under his touch as I turn back to him. He lets go, and I hate the way my body protests. It wants his touch while I want to get far away from there.

He runs his hands through his hair once. “Come in.”

He gestures for me to pass him, so I do. I don’t miss the way he doesn’t give me an inch, making my body slide along his.

I pause in the hall, taking it in. I smile as I see pictures of the siblings in varying ages lining the walls. Some are older that I’ve seen before, mixed with others that are newer, including one with a girl I don’t recognize hanging on Keaton’s back.

I tense as I see how happy they both look. I bite my lip, holding back the sudden pang in my chest.

You don’t care. You can’t care. Stop it.

“That’s Sage. Have you met her yet? Probably not, huh?”

Looking over my shoulder, I find Keaton looking nervous and unsure of himself. I haven’t seen him look like this in years.

What am I saying? I haven't really seen him in years at all.

“She’s pretty. You guys look happy.”

I wonder if she knows he’s a whore.

One thing I’ve learned since coming back here is that if you are looking for a good time, Keaton Yates is your guy. He doesn’t discriminate. As long as you are warm and willing, he will make you feel good for a night—sometimes two if you’re lucky.

“Yeah, she’s awesome. Tinsley loves her to death. I’m sure she will tell you all about her.”

I shrug, not really wanting to know all about the woman who has everything I don’t.

Stop thinking like that. You don’t want him, I remind myself.

“You’re here! Sorry. Sage was helping me with my makeup. I messed it up somehow.” Tinsley makes her way down the stairs, looking like a million bucks.

“No problem. You ready?” I want to escape this hell before this Sage chick comes down.

Moments later, I realize it’s too late.

The walking beauty queen look-alike makes her way down the stairs behind Tinsley, looking elegant and regal, even in her jeans and T-shirt.

I instantly hate her.

“Hey, I’m Sage. You must be Morgan. I’ve heard so much about you.”

I’ve heard nothing about you.

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