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Livie was at my side with concern in her eyes. “Luca… I know it’s not your role, I know I shouldn’t even ask — but could you — could you escort Velazco out?”
Before I could say of course, everything was blocked out by a pair of fierce, hazel eyes on mine. Everly’s breaths were fast and flustered until her breath was all I could feel. Then her mouth was on mine. Then her arms were around my neck as she kissed me.
We hadn’t kissed since that morning in her hotel. We’d said we were just friends—
Her tongue melded with mine, an angry passion between the two of us. And I knew she was using me to make my new ‘friend’ jealous and I couldn’t care less. My hand travelled up her back, fingers sinking into her hair to hold her closer to me as our tongues fought in our mouths. My heart rate picked up; I finally had her in my hands and she was giving me everything.
All her anger.
All her freedom.
When she pulled back, I kept my grip in her hair. “I’m not done, Everly.”
She smirked and made my cock harder. But she turned back to Pedro leaning against the wall, clapping slowly. “Bravo.”
I’d been lost in the moment, I hadn’t noticed the camera for the documentary was back on us, that lights were flashing.
Everly left me before hissing at him in Spanish.
Livie was right behind her. “I’ve called security—” but if anything, she sounded more worried that they hadn’t arrived yet.
“I’ll take him,” I said, stepping before Everly. He wouldn’t touch her ever again, no matter how much she wanted it.
He lifted his hands. “I’m going, I’m going.”
Livie was back on the radio and I turned to Everly, who was blinking rapidly, rubbing at her elbow.
“Are you…?”
If she told me she wasn’t okay, I had absolutely no issue beating that shithead up. But now was not the time or the place. I didn’t want her to hate me.
Or worse, see this cunt as the victim.
She nodded but didn’t look at me. “Make sure he leaves,” she said quietly.
She never had to ask me twice.
I was back in the corridor in seconds. But Pedro had moved forward and talked in angry, hushed tones with someone round the corner.
Hopefully security.
But when I got there, it was none other than Nix, who was snarling in French.
“Think it’s best you leave,” I said to Pedro and Nix stood back, face full of disgust.
Nix silently questioned if I had it covered and I nodded.
“Go and check on Ever and Quinnie,” I told him and he nodded, giving Pedro one last glare.
“She’s a princess, that Ever,” he muttered as we walked through the tunnel. I was on his heels, hurrying him along, ready to force him to face where he was walking and not turn to go back for round two with her. He wouldn’t survive it.
The faster he got out of there, the faster I could get back to her.
“If you really do want her dad to hate you, you’re going about it right,” he laughed. “But I’d find a different route if I were you. The last guy ended up in prison.” His laugh deepened as he joked about himself. This man was insane. “God, don’t let her ever find out you’re using her either. She’ll stalk you like she does me.”
I didn’t speak; I wasn’t going to humour him.
And when I could see security rushing through, I was so relieved to be done with the scumbag.
