Page 22 of On The Edge
I never thought they'd want me, let aloneshareme.
Let’s be real–I never thought they’d even want me as anything other than a close friend. Well, up until they left me. Then I knew I wasn’t even that.
That mind-blowing orgasm tells me something different though. That and the obvious worry and desperation on both their faces. Adam’s always was an open-book, and Markus always hid behind his jokes.
Not this time.
“You don’t think it’s wrong?” I whisper, hand touching the doorknob, ready to flee but begging them to give me a reason to stay.
“Being with the person you care about above all others?” Adam smirks and shakes his head. “Not at all.”
“You know what I mean,” I say softly, tilting my head. I’m done talking about this. I don’t–can’t–get my hopes up.
I need some fresh air. Some space from these two who make my brain all hazy with lust and promises of things I’ve always wanted. Unlocking the door and walking out quickly, I push through the edge of the crowd before they can leave the bathroom.
I have too many demons for them. I always wished that they’d have stayed and we would’ve worked out whatever made them so mad they left, but honestly, I’m too fucked up for them now. I drink too much, I get high, I run a successful business, but that’s about the only good thing I have going for me.
Well, that and my killer figure.
No, they have so much going for them that there’s no way I can fuck up their lives with all that isme.
Climbing the stairs, I see the exit and try to talk myself into bolting.They don’t need my bullshit. More than that, they don’t want my bullshit.
Adam and Markus might say that they do, but Kai and Reis? There’s no fucking way. I saw their anger, the disdain and confusion in their eyes.
And Iknowin my heart that I can’t have some of them without having all of them.
They’re millionaire rockstars now. No, they don’t need me anymore, if they ever did.
I’m doing them a favor by leaving before they can tell me to go.
Decision made, I head towards the door intent to get the fuck out of here, but just as I step forward a hand wraps around my arm. I’m yanked back so hard I lose my footing and fall back off the stairs.
Right into the ring-leader’s arms.
Reisyn.
“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” He snaps cruelly, clenching his jaw and sets me upright. “Can’t get anything from us so you’re cutting your losses, hm?”
My jaw drops in shock. “How fucking dare you say that to me.”
“It’s true.” He shrugs unbothered, and looks at me. His eyes rake over my form like he’s inspecting me for a weakness, and I repress the shiver climbing up my spine. Reis was always able to make me feel seen with one glance. His dark brown eyes, his sharp, strong jaw and that annoyingly perfect brown wavy hair. He always was able to make my knees weak with how observant and caring he was to me. I hope he still is, but right now, his fucking attitude is making me want to deck him.
My hands curl into fists at my sides.
“It absolutely is not. And it’s really telling that you think it is,” I snap at him viciously and push forward, intent on getting to the door. He’s making this a lot easier for me to leave.
“Kai!” Reis calls out, and the man magically appears as if he formed out of thin air. Kai stands right in front of me, my face running into his muscular chest. He smells so good; like leather and smoke, with whiskey and vanilla all mixed together. It’s… wow.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Kai’s low voice rumbles in his chest and I fight every part of me that just wants to jump into his arms and kiss him.
“Away from you guys.” I cock an eyebrow and tilting my head in challenge, daring him to try and stop me. Reis crosses his arms over his chest and steps closer like he’s some fucking mob-boss-wannabe. I roll my eyes. “You can save your little intimidation routine. It’s not going to work.”
“Who said it’s a routine?” Kai growls, his hands wrap around my wrists so quickly I don’t even register it until he slaps a metal handcuff over my wrist and the other around his own.
“There, now you’re not going anywhere.” Reis smirks, looking downright fucking giddy. Adam and Markus jog up to where we’re standing and their eyes both widen in shock.
“You can’t be serious, Reis,” Markus says, gesturing to the handcuff on my wrist. “It was a fucking joke!”
