Page 70 of Break Me
Tess and Ava stand in front of me, both of them pale, both of them looking like they’ve seen a ghost.
“What the—” I murmur, but they both push past me and walk inside. I close and lock the door behind them, and then turn around, only to see them take in Riley, in her towel, knife in her hand, and then me again, with the gun.
Riley’s brows knit together. “What’s going on?” she asks carefully, eyes flitting between them.
I wait for their answer because I want to know the same damn thing.
Ava’s face darkens as she looks at Riley again, eyes trailing down her towel to Riley’s bare legs and feet but she shakes her head, as if clearing her mind, and I know what she’s wondering. She’s wondering if I decided to forgo Ava’s invitation for a threesome and just fuck Riley by myself.
She can keep wondering because I don’t owe her an explanation for any fucking thing.
“A man,” she starts, and my heart twists, “a man came to Tess’s.” She glances at her friend who nods. “He said he was looking for…you.” She looks at Riley. “He…” she runs a hand through her blonde hair and I wish she’d hurry the fuck up because I need to know what the fuck she’s saying.
“He said he needed to see you. He was…older…” She motions to Tess to add any details.
Her friend tugs on a strand of her dark hair and shifts on her sneakers, back and forth. Both of them are wearing tight jeans, Ava has on a blue cropped top that shows off the curves of her waist and Tess is wearing a pink tee. I can’t decide if they’d planned to go out this Friday night or stay in. From the looks of it, they won’t be doing either now.
“He said to tell you,” Tess’s dark eyes narrow in on me, “‘Hello’, and he…”
“What did he look like?” Riley asks calmly. I’m glad she does or I was going to fucking explode on them.
“Tall, like maybe in his 50s, he had blonde hair, wearing a suit.” Tess leans against the wall at her back in the foyer, as if to steady herself. “I-I don’t know. He—”
“He let you leave?” I ask her.
Ava’s gaze shoots to mine. “We told him my dad was coming over,” she says quickly.
“Did he do anything else?” I press. “Did he touch you?” If he did, I swear to fucking God…
But Ava, thankfully, shakes her head. “No. He was just…he was just weird,” she finishes, and her gaze goes to Riley, who looks to me.
I nod. “Go get dressed,” I tell her. “We can’t wait for Caden here.”
“No,” Riley protests, voice hardening. “We’re staying here. He won’t come here. He can’t get in—”
“Don’t be dense, Riley,” I scold her sharply. “This is exactly where he’ll go—”
“No!” she says again. “I’m not leaving here. If he comes, you’ll get to him first. But how will he get past security?” she asks, gesturing toward the door.
I snort. “Really?” I ask her, walking past all the girls, then turning around to face them. Tess’s eyes are on my gun. “He’s fucking Rolland Virani. Security won’t faze him. Go get dressed.”
But Riley, goddamn her, will not fucking listen because she never does. “No,” she says again. She glances at Tess and Ava. “No. They’re staying here. We’re all fucking staying here because if we move, he’ll follow us. I’m not leaving. They’re not leaving.”
Then she turns around and marches down the hall, toward her room, leaving me with Tess and Ava.
Tess blows out a breath, her hands on her head, and then she makes her way into the living room and flops down on the couch. I remember my beer on the coffee table and wish I had it in my hand right now.
I feel Ava’s eyes on me and meet her gaze.
“I’m sorry to come here,” she says, and she genuinely looks it. She holds up her phone. “I tried to…to call you. But you didn’t answer.” She glances behind me, in the direction Riley stalked off to. “I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever was happening with you two—”
Before she can finish, I close the space between us and push her against the wall, one hand on her chest, the other still clenching the gun. I rest the barrel against the wall beside her.
My eyes roam over her body, down to her bare waist, up to her full tits, then finally resting on those pink lips, parted now as she breathes hard, in and out, her eyes darting to the gun in my hand beside her.
“You think I was fucking Riley?” I ask her quietly, so no one can hear but her.
Her eyes go to the gun again and then back up to me. They’re such a startling blue, it’s like looking at the fucking sky when you’re up in a plane. At the ocean down below. Both at once.
