Page 128 of Treason's Temptation
“Thank you.”
“You did so well, I might reward you for it.”
“Might?” she asked, looking over seductively.
Turning the music up, I drove us home, pulling up in front of the building. I tossed him the keys to the valet, pausing at loud voices coming from the lobby this time of night.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of!” A female voice yelled.
“It’s about to be occupying a police car, if you don’t get out of my lobby with this ghetto shit!” Rylo rebutted.
Navie opened her stride to match mine, rushing into the lobby to find out what the fuck was going on.
I was finally able to put a face to the monster Navie told me about.
“I wish you would,” she threatened, as I pushed through the class door, “I’ll put my foot up your ass, but you’d probably enjoy it.”
“Aye!” My voice ceased the argument.
Temporarily.
“Get your mother-in-law!” Rylo yelled, pointing at her high, exotic cheekbones. “The only reason I didn’t call the police is because this old hag looks just like you, but you better get her!”
My eyes narrowed on the myth that was Sloane until now. Navie wasn’t just as confused, her mouth slightly open, staring at her mother.
“I toldBobbleheadI was your mother, and he wouldn’t let me upstairs!” Sloane yelled.
“What are you doing here?” Navie fussed, jerking Sloane’s body into her own.
“I’m here for you,” Sloane stated as a matter of fact.
“We got it from here, Rylo,” I assured him.
Sloane delivered a victorious smile before following Navie’s agitated footsteps to the elevator. She hugged herself on the short trip upstairs, glaring at Sloane.
“Why are you here?” Navie asked, before Sloane could get off the elevator.
“Well, it’s nice to see you too. Use that smart ass mouth to introduce me to your boyfriend,” Sloane said, rerouting the conversation.
“Treason Westbrook.” I walked forward, offering Sloane my hand.
“Confident and firm but not crushing. A solid grip, and you looked me dead in my eyes. A lot of men miss that part. Not bad, Vie.”
The cynicism in Sloan’s remark grated on Navie, who responded, “I don’t need your approval.”
“But you do need my help. We can discuss that later, but I’ve had a long day. Give me the key to your place. I’ll stay there for the night,” Sloane insisted.
“Blue lives here,” I replied.
“And you’re not staying,” Navie asserted in a clipped tone.
“Blue?” Sloane frowned at the nickname. “Why the hell did you move in? For the baby?”
Navie hesitated, blinking at Sloane’s insinuation. My eyes raked over Navie, looking for whatever clue Sloane saw that made her blurt that shit out.
“There is no baby, Sloane. Don’t start.”
“You sure about that?”
