Page 92 of The Forbidden
Extreme? Yes.
But desperate times. They need to know I’m serious.
“Who are you staring at?” Harrison’s familiar voice filters through my thoughts. I tear my gaze away from his sister, my heart hammering in my chest, skin hot. Christ.
“You need a fucking bell around your neck. Sneaking up on me like that,” I snap, running a frustrated hand through my hair.
He laughs, but I’m deadly fucking serious.
“What’s got you so on edge, Maxwell?”
“Nothing.” I bite out.
I see him watching me out of the corner of my eye. He takes a sip of his drink, his expression curious. I don’t look at him. Can’t. “So, who were you watching like a stage five creeper?”
My muscles tense. Fuck. Did he catch me staring at his sister? No. He couldn’t have. If Harrison had any idea of who I was watching, he wouldn’t be so calm. He’s drawn a line in the sand about Anais since she turned eighteen – and has reminded me and all our friends weekly. This is why he can never find out. I might have confusing feelings for Anais, but my friendship with Harrison started when we were in the womb. I can’t risk losing my best friend over something that might just be a phase.
I clear my throat. “No one. I was looking for you assholes.”
“Hmm. And I here I thought maybe, just maybe, you were lining up your next victim.” I turn to glare at him. He raises a brow, smirking. “How long’s it been since you got laid? Two months?”
A week actually. But I can’t exactly tell him that I was making love to his sister – and yes, it was making love – before I kicked her out of my apartment.
“Should I be concerned about your interest in my dick?”
He smirks. “Nah. Just don’t want you coming to me for advice when it finally shrivels up and dies from lack of use.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s biologically impossible. And if it wasn’t, you’d be the last person I’d ask for help.”
He claps a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sighs. “You need to get your dick wet, Maxwell. It’s a disservice to mankind that you’re wasting what God gave you.”
“Jesus, fucking Christ, will you shut up.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, irritated.
“Whatever,” he mumbles. “Anyway, I’ve got something to tell you–”
He’s cut off by the rest of our friends.
“Maxwell, Lauder.” They all greet simultaneously.
I nod at Parker before gesturing to the event. “Bit extravagant don’t you think?”
He huffs a laugh. “The Mayor is here. Mom wanted to impress him.”
“And I thought she couldn’t top last year’s entertainment.” Jameson muses, glancing at the world’s biggest pop star, with a grimace.
“Fucking ridiculous,” Nathanial adds. “Though, I wonder if she needs any company for tonight.” His eyes light up as he stares at her with interest.
Trust Nathanial to think with his dick. Always hunting for his next lay. I mean I like sex as much as the next guy, but the guy’s a walking hormone.
And… that’s my cue to leave.
“If you idiots will excuse me; I need the bathroom.”
“Not an idiot. And we don’t need to know about your bathroom habits.” Hayes mutters, taking a sip of his scotch.
I slip away into the house, heading for the private bathrooms.
The Rothmans always insist on luxury mobile restrooms, but I refuse to use them. So Parker always keeps a side door open for us.
