Page 111 of The Loathing

“You wouldn’t,” I step back, my eyes widening when he follows me, closing the gap and his brows raising.

Before I can stop him, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder walking me out to the waiting car and all I can do is scream for Titus.

But it’s no use.

He is out cold.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

TITUS

What the fuck?

My eyes slowly open, my head rolling and I feel like I have been hit by a free rolling train. Everything aches, my head is pounding as if it’s trapped in a vice.

“Wakey wakey,” I hear his voice before my eyes land on him.

“Shit,” I seethe, “what did you do to me?” I go to move my hands, but they’re tied to a chair and then my eyes widen when I see that I am still completely naked.

“Really!?”

“Really,” Xavier nods, sitting on the edge of his desk, ankles crossed as he takes a bite out his apple, a sinister smile spreading across his fucking face.

“Did you drug me?”

“Absolutely.”

Shaking my head from side to side my stomach rolls with anxiety.

“Where is Amora?”

“Where she should be.”

“You didn’t.” My blood runs cold and fear scratches at my throat, I swallow the swollen lump that’s wedged in my throat, but I cannot seem to clear it.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Xavier snaps.

“Xavier,” I tsk, letting my head drop forward as I shake my head from side to side before I compose myself a little more and I don’t care that I am sitting here butt naked. “You always have a choice.”

And that’s when I see something other than pure fucking hatred in his eyes. A flicker of sadness bounces through them before the darkness takes over.

He didn’t want this.

“Xavier… we’re on the same side…”

“We were until you had sex with my…” he pauses and closes his eyes, inhaling deeply and bringing his closed fist to his lips.

“About that…” I begin to speak but he holds his hand out to stop me, his eyes burning into mine.

“I don’t want to hear it. We were on the same side before you snuck her out of my home; I’ve got to say… I am impressed. It took me a while but once your little friends found out the seriousness of this absolute shit show we were in, they were very quick to throw you under the bus.” He smirks at me, “If I were you, I would be questioning where their loyalty lies…” I watch as he turns his back to me and paces towards the door of his office, grabbing my bag that I had packed and rummaging through it, he launches clothes at me as he does. “I’ve knocked ten thousand off your final bill because you were a cunt, don’t do it again,” he hisses, closing the gap between us. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen knife before slipping the cool metal of the knife under the rope that is binding my wrist to the chair and slicing through them.

“I’ll be back in ten, we’ve got a lot of work to do,” he winks, giving me one last slap on the cheek then disappears out the room.

I dress quickly in cargo pants and a tee, I feel like I have slept for days. My thoughts are constantly on Amora, and I just hope and fucking pray that Xavier has a good explanation for what he has done because in my head nothing makes sense.

I hate that I had her for just a short time, completely to myself. I’m not mad at Nate or the rest of the guys for giving up our location. I’m mad that I didn’t make the most of my time with her, mad that I didn’t take every ounce of her in.

I sigh, pushing my hands into my pockets, I wait.

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