Page 108 of Unorthodox
I feel myself tense, wondering if he knows my brother. If he’s spoken to him, touched him.Hurt him.
“Hey,” Luca says softly, “Evora is here.”
I turn my gaze reluctantly back to him.
He looks over my shoulder, and I know Evora must still be behind me. “Why don’t you get another drink, play with her? They’re not going to take Addison from right under your nose.” He grins at me. “I’ll have my men look after her,” he adds, sincerity in his tone.
I weigh his words. I need a release, because I’ve already snapped one too many times recently. She is certainly not willing to let me fuck her again, and even though her purity is fucked, I don’t have to make it worse. Besides that, if I make Addison seem more important than she is, she could use that against me, file it away as another weakness. As it is, Luca is right. No one is going to take her from Luca’s house, not while I’m here. Luca has guards himself, and he won’t let her be stolen from me. Not because he particularly cares for me, but because that’s bad business.
Taking a breath, I nod, tearing my eyes away from Addison. “You keep an eye on her too.”
He claps me on the shoulder, then quickly drops his hand. “Of course.”
Evora, as if she listened to the entire conversation, picks up where Luca leaves off as he walks away to greet more of his guests. She comes to stand in front of me, not touching me, but close enough that her breasts brush against my chest with every inhale she takes.
“Tell me what you need,” she whispers, her dark eyes searching mine, a small smile playing on her red lips. “You seem tense.”
I’m always tense.I glance over her, see Addison still talking to the runner, but she hasn’t moved from the bar, like a good girl.
Dropping my gaze back to Evora, I grab her wrist, yank her closer. “I need us to find a room.” I like to play, but not in a room full of people. “And I need you to get on your hands and knees, Evora.”
Her smile widens.
I lean down close, my mouth over her ear. “Then I need you to let me hurt you.”
As Evora presses closer to me, her body nearly flush with mine, I look up again.
And find Addison staring right at me.
I flash her a smile, thread my fingers through Evora’s long, dark hair, and lead her out of Luca’s entertainment room.
Zeke is onlythree years older than me, and as I watch Max drag Evora out of the room, past the double doors at the far end of it, I turn my gaze back to him, my stomach churning.
I debate running, walking out of this house and never looking back, but the guards stationed along the wall, all armed, make me think that wouldn’t be so easy. Not to mention there are several sets of eyes on me, and I think, as unnerving as this party is, being alone with any of those people would be worse.
“Where are you from?” Zeke asks me, pushing another rum and coke my way.
I’ve never drank much, and the two drinks I’ve already had are making my head spin. But the alternative is sitting here, sober, in a red dress that’s too tight wearing makeup to cover a bruise from a man that’s far too cold.
A man that walked out, when he told me not to leave his side.
He wasn’t good to his word.
I won’t be to mine, either.
I curl my fingers around the cold glass, bring it to my lips and swallow, the rum now sweet instead of harsh as it goes down my throat.
When I’ve finished half the drink, I set it down a little harder than I mean to on the polished bar top, fingers still circled around the glass. “North Carolina,” I tell Zeke.
He works with someone who works with the host of this party, Max’s friend, whose name Zeke briefly mentioned and now with the rum in my system, I’ve forgotten it.
“What about you?” I meet Zeke’s chestnut eyes, watch him smile and rake a hand over his short brown hair. He’s cute, and he seems…nice.
“Arizona, but I mainly do business in North Carolina.”
Business.I almost laugh at the word, but I hold it in. I wonder if he works with my father. I wonder if he knows who I am. We exchanged first names, and I didn’t see a spark of recognition in his eyes, but then again, I was distracted by just how close Evora was to Max.
I shove that thought aside.Max is evil.If Evora wants to sleep with Satan, I shouldn’t give a fuck. At least that will stop him from coming into my room again.
