Page 10 of Ruin
I hear the faint ring of a cell. Sounds like the ring I use on my phone, but no one calls me. No one who isn’t here. So I take another shot, hoping this is the one that’ll do me in.
Black out.
Death.
Don’t really care which, at this point.
“Snapper, fuck. Answer the damn phone.”
Rhino shoves something against my chest. My vision is blurry, but I grab onto the cell and when I squint at the screen, I see numbers on it. Don’t know what they mean. So I swipe it.
“Yeah?” I say, hoping to sound not as drunk as I feel.
“Finally,” someone says on the other line. “Can we please talk?”
“Who is this?” I ask, gesturing for Trudy to give me another drink as I sway on my stool.
She laughs as she fills the glass, her attention on someone she’s talking to on the side of me.
“Where are you?” the voice says.
“Who the fuck is this?” I return.
“Kolton—”
My spine goes stiff at my name. But not just my name; the way it’s said. The tone in which it’s said. A slower emphasis on the first part, something only one person has ever done. He always said my name like a plea. Like a prayer. Like a beautiful poem.
I quickly end the call, but can’t pull my eyes from the screen. I have eleven missed calls before the one I answered, all from the same number. From him.
He always was obsessed. Said he couldn’t control himself with me. He took chances and risks. It was dangerous. But I wasn’t worth the one thing that mattered. I wasn’t worth gettingallof him. All I ever got were the pieces left over. The little shards that his wife ignored or his son kicked away. I was never good enough to get the whole thing. So fuck his risks and chances. Fuck his obsession. Fuck him for being weak too.
Just fuck him.
But the way he says my name keeps ringing in my head, taunting me, threatening me.
Tempting me.
It’s been years since I’ve heard that, and somehow, my body hasn’t forgotten. It remembers how he made me feel all too well, and if anything is dangerous, it’s that. It’s me when I’m with him.
When my phone rings again, I end the call and put it down. It rings again, the sound loud and echoing through the room.
“Damn, you got a stalker or something?” Grizz says with a laugh. He’s on the side of me. When did that happen? How much did he hear? What does he know?
I shut my phone off and shove it in my pocket, ignoring Grizz’s question.
Tonight is not the night I give in to Lucian Carter, no matter how beautifully he says my name.
Chapter Four
Kolton
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” I growl at Jeremy, my nails digging into his hips so hard I’ve drawn blood.
I’m so close. Almost there. The orgasm is just in reach.
“Fuck, I can’t—”
Be a good boy for me, Kolton. Don’t come yet. I come first. Then I’ll take care of you.
