Page 54 of Seeking Two Lovers

Fuck my life.

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LILY

My slow amble into Shadow’s Lounge halted like I’d hit a brick wall.

Scott.

Sitting with Blaine.

Sure my mind played tricks on me, I took in Scott’s steady gaze—almost horrified widened eyes.

Blaine grinned at me like I was a burst of sunlight through gray clouds.

Scott swallowed so damn hard I could see his throat working from across the lounge.

Shame slammed into me like an eighteen-wheeler.

They’re going to think I’m a whore...

My stomach turned inside out, but another thought rushed into my brain, giving me whiplash.

Had the two guys played me?

Gaze flitting back toward Blaine, I noted his flushed cheeks, the same shyness and excitement I’d seen every time we’d been together.

No way in hell he’d been faking those emotions.

So, what the fuck?

Lips pressed tightly together, I forced my feet forward as the two men turned toward one another, sharing a few words.

My knees wobbled in my four-inch heels, but I made it to their table, my height putting me on their eye level as they sat atop the stools. Neither stood to greet me as their gazes remained locked over the table.

“What the actual fuck?” I managed to spew out, my voice low and haggard, my stomach twisted tight enough it forced the oxygen from my lungs.

The men still stared at one another, but Blaine no longer smiled.

Scott cleared his throat but still studied his…friend?

“Scott?” I pushed when he didn’t speak.

He finally turned to face me and slid off the seat to stand. “It’s Greyson.”

Damn liar.

“Greyson Scott,” he continued as my anger swelled inside me. “And I just found out that you already met my roommate.”

Ohholyshitandthensome.

I sped through conversations with both men, recognizing that perhaps a smarter person might have put together the truth.

But I’d never been the brightest star in the sky.

By the looks on the men’s faces, I knew neither had been aware I’d been seeing them both.

Guilt crept up like rancid bile, churning and making my mouth water with the need to vomit. My anger dissolved, leaving me on the verge of trembling. “I’m not a whore,” I gasped out, shoulders rounding in, hands clutching my purse against my stomach.

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