Page 82 of The Deception You Weave
Much like when I showed up to practice this morning, the room falls silent as a million and one unspoken questions fill the air.
"Is Letty still here?"
Both of the guys who've now experienced this shock twice this morning, push to stand.
Their protectiveness makes me smile, not that I allow them to see it.
They might have pissed me off in the past by never allowing me to get anywhere near her and always being attached to her hip, but right now, I'm glad she has these guys.
"It's okay," Ella soothes, her southern accent thicker than I remember from the brief phone call we had.
She takes a step toward me, holding my stare as if she's not barely five-foot and that I could snap her like a twig if I so desired.
"Does she know you're coming?" Her eyes narrow in warning.
"No. Does that matter?"
Her eyes drop from mine in favor of checking me out, but it's not done in a way that makes me think she wants to fuck me, more trying to figure out how best to kill me when I inevitably fuck this up.
She shakes her head, her eyes lifting once more.
"Hurt her again and we're coming for you, asshole," she hisses. If it weren't for the deadly serious face, I might laugh but I've got a feeling she really believes those words.
"Okay, sweetheart. I'll do my best."
I take a step to move around her but her tiny hand lands on my forearm, stopping me.
"I'm serious, Kane. She's been through enough heartache," she whispers, ensuring no one else hears her words.
Our eyes hold for a beat, silent understanding passing between us.
She knows.
"She's in her room. Think she overslept."
That's hardly a surprise after everything she went through this weekend.
I nod at Ella and make my way over as Brax and West start voicing their disapproval for allowing me in.
Ignoring them bickering behind me, I rap on her door with my non-busted knuckles.
"Yeah," she calls, her soft voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I have no idea how she's going to take to me showing up like this. When she walked away from me yesterday she made it quite clear that she was expecting us to go back to how things were before.
But I don't want that.
Twisting the handle, I push the door open and step inside, only the room is empty.
Her makeup and hairbrush are out on the desk and the scent of her perfume permeates the air. My mouth waters, my cock swelling at the memory of how her body smells up close.
"I'll be right there," she calls from the bathroom. "You can go without me if you want."
Assuming she thinks she's talking to Ella or one of the others, I take a seat on the end of her bed and wait.
In only a few seconds, the light turns off and she appears in the doorway.
My breath catches at the sight of her. She looks fucking perfect. Her skirt sits high on her thighs showing off insane legs, her shirt hugs her torso accentuating her small waist and round tits. Her face is flawless and shows no signs of the events of Saturday night.
