Page 112 of Insatiable

STACEY

Dez and Tylar landed yesterday, but I was too tired to go with Luciella, Aria and Base to pick them up. After our night out, I was hit by a migraine and stayed in bed for nearly two days before I peeled myself from the mattress.

I’ve not reached out to Kade. He’s kept his distance too, since I’ve not seen him. No calls or messages. Although, I only just stopped feeling him inside me – the ache between my legs has been a harsh reminder of the neediness of my body around him.

Tylar pulls me from my daze. “Are you coming to the bar? It has pool tables!”

She’s sipping on her cocktail while we sit next to the pool, the sun blazing down on us. Base and Dez are throwing a ball between them while downing beers. Lu is between them, trying to catch it and complaining that they’re not playing fairly, and Aria is sunbathing with an open book on her face.

Ewan is working with one of his contractors, a job he’s been setting up near Tobias’s institution for a while.

And like I said, Kade is MIA.

“Um, are you okay?” Ty asks when I don’t reply.

“Oh, sorry.” I shake the uneasy feeling off. “Yeah. Sure.”

She tilts her head, sunglasses nearly bigger than her face showing my reflection. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nod once.

To be honest, I’m nervous as hell. I asked Kade’s mum if she could put me on the visitation list to see Tobias, and tomorrow morning, I’ll be sitting down with him – the psychopath I used to study religiously. Every article, every documentary, even the leaked interview with him from the day he was arrested – I poured over it all, fascinated by his mind and the way it worked; the way his eyes, devoid of anything, darkened whenever Aria Miller was mentioned.

At that point, I had no idea there would be a time I’d fuck his son.Repeatedly.

I’m not nervous to see Tobias – I’m terrified.

My phone vibrates as we pack up and head back into the hotel. Dez slaps Tylar’s ass as he passes us in the corridor, and she side-eyes me, probably wondering if I noticed.

They aren’t very discreet. They haven’t taken their eyes off each other since they arrived, and I know the little red mark on her throat was made by his teeth.

He winks at her as he enters his room, Base trailing behind. But I overhear it before I can get into my own room – Dez tells his friend that Kade is leaving his girlfriend’s house soon and will meet them later.

Girlfriend. As in, Kade has a girlfriend. He’s in a relationship. And we’ve been messing around.

He was inside me a few nights ago and then he just… vanished.

I can barely control my temper as I slam the hotel-room door, ignoring Tylar’s concerned expression as I march into the bathroom and lock myself in. I breathe deeply, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Kade has a girlfriend. Since fucking when? Why the hell didn’t he tell me?

When I was on my knees for him, about to suck his cock, he told me it meant nothing, and I was fine with it remaining as nothing. But this is low. This isn’t who I am, someone who sleeps with taken, completely unavailable men.

I feel dirty and used.

He isn’t mine, and I lay no claim on the idiot. But I want to slap him hard enough that hisgirlfriendasks who the handprint belongs to.

I practice a fake smile, wash my hands and leave the bathroom to find Tylar texting on the bed while Luciella hunts for an outfit.

I try not to think of that night while I sit down next to Ty. His hands on me. His hips snapping into me, his large cock hammering my tight pussy. The flush I can feel on my cheeks and the way my thighs tense is far too annoying. We fucked. We argued – as usual – and in good old Kade fashion, he vanished. And now he apparently has a girlfriend.

Luciella sighs as her phone dings. “Base keeps asking me on a date.”

“Then go on a date with him,” I say as Tylar says, “Go for it.”

“Absolutely not.”

I shrug. “But you like him.”

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