Page 84 of Ruin
“Hey. Lil. Talk to me.” He carries me back into the suite and kicks the door closed behind him.
He obviously knows his way around the suite, because he steps around the furniture with ease to take a seat on the armchair with me in his lap, despite my hair being in his face.
I take a deep breath, shaking my head as my stupid emotions get the better of me.
“I’m okay, I promise. I guess just seeing you reminded me how much I missed you.” I sit back and study his face, finally noticing the bruise under his left eye. “What happened?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“Oh, this,” he replies, reaching up absently to touch the bruise. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Just had a run in with a pissed off client.”
I have no reason not to believe him, and yet I don’t think he’s being entirely truthful with me.
I frown as he continues to act as though having a black eye is completely normal for a billionaire who has the best security available.
“Seriously, Lil, it’s nothing. I’d rather hear how you’re going. You’re looking really well,” he says, pushing my hair back behind my ear. “You seem less…”
“Broken?” I finish for him.
He screws up his face. “You weren’t broken. He was never going to be able to break you, because you’re a fighter.”
I scoff. “Some fighter.”
His jaw tenses as determination glints in his eye. “Yes, Lily. A fighter. Even though you never fought back, you stayed alive, and that is incredibly admirable when it comes to men like him. And once you left, you never once thought about going back. A lot of people who have been abused for as long as you were aren’t strong enough to stay away. But not only have you pulled yourself out of there, but you’re clearly thriving.” He leans back in the chair, taking my hands to hold my arms out to the side so he can study me. “You’ve even started eating again,” he adds, pride shining through in his tone.
I snort. “Didn’t get much of a choice. Your brother was obsessed with my eating habits. Was basically all we talked about for a while there.”
Daniel smirks. “Yeah, I might have mentioned to him that he needed to stop avoiding you.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, we’re fine now.” Well, maybe not fine, but not going into that sort of detail with the man’s little brother. “He even took me to see Chasing Destiny on Sunday night,” I say, unable to hide my excitement.
His eyes widen briefly, before he shakes his head. “Jeez, teenaged Lily must have been coming in her pants.”
I choke on a laugh, not entirely sure how to tell him that grown-up Lily was also coming in her pants, thanks to hisbrother’s fingers being buried between my legs. And then the lead singer had me screaming over and over again when he’d fucked me with his tongue and delicious cock after the concert.
He can obviously tell something happened from my expression, because he lifts an eyebrow.
“What’s that look about, Lily St Clair?”
I feign innocence. “No look. It was a good night.”
He narrows his eyes, and I can tell he’s going to push the subject, but I’m thankfully saved by the appearance of Sebastian. Well, I don’t know how thankful I am, because Sebastian doesn’t seem to be able to look me in the eye.
“Ah, I see you’ve discovered our unannounced visitor,” he says with a strained smile, nodding towards his brother.
He’s wearing his workout gear with his earbuds in. Given he usually listens to music in the gym on the speakers, I figure he’s just been for a run. Must have been a long one, because he’s usually dressed and down in his office by now.
“Does it count as visiting when I also own the place?” Daniel asks with a cheeky grin, completely unaware of the tension between his brother and myself.
I don’t bother getting up, comfortable in my best friend’s lap, despite the fact that the last man I’d straddled like this was Sebastian, while he had his finger in my arse, giving me a screaming orgasm.
The way Sebastian is looking between us right now tells me that he is also seeing the similarity.
The memory of him informing me that he controls when I get to come probably isn’t the best thing to be thinking about while I’m sitting on top of Daniel, though.
I wonder if the whole “you can sleep with whoever you want” thing also applies to his brother. Not that I’ve ever thought about Daniel that way. But there’s something behindSebastian’s eyes that I can’t quite place as he drags his gaze away to look at Daniel again.
“Just not sure where you’re going to sleep,” Sebastian drawls as he walks past us on the way to the kitchen, waving towards my bedroom. “The pullout couch you usually crash on has been removed in favour of a bed for Lily.”
Daniel shrugs. “I can crash on the couch. Or perhaps someone else’s bed,” he adds, a hint of mischief in his eye.
