Page 95 of Share Me

I laughed, pulling back. “Thanks, but I’m taken.”

“So it’s true… you, Dawson Cohen, and Lea Lewis—I don’t blame you. That woman is a firecracker. But I didn’t think you and Dawson would have ever gotten together. I mean, from what I remember, he liked you, but you didn’t seem interested.”

I couldn’t contain the frown of confusion that carved itself into my forehead. “What do you mean?”

“That night… God, when was it?” He stared up at the ceiling as if he was flicking through a catalog of his memories. About two years before you boys hit the big time. We were at my club. One of those nights that got a little crazy. You must remember?” He nudged me with his shoulder. “A group of us ended up messing around and it turned into a giant orgy. One of the best nights I ever had the whole time I ran the place. You and I… you were always one of my favorites, you know that, right?” His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips as his gaze skimmed over my body, as if he was recalling every detail of our encounters together. In the past, something like that would have sparked my interest, but right now I felt like his prey and Lenny must have noticed, stepping closer.

“What about Dawson?” I said, trying to pull him back to the conversation.

“Yes, sorry. Dawson. He was there.”

“Where?”

“My club. That night. He was in the room with us.”

“Right.” I was so confused.

“You fucked him. He fucked you. I remember because he fucked you while I fucked your throat. But then he asked you for your number and you blew him off, so I was surprised to see you’d gotten together.”

The realization of his words settled; I’d fucked Dawson before and he’d never even mentioned it to me.

Then the next thought hit me like a punch to the gut; he took this job to get closer to me.Fuck.

Lenny had worked for me long enough to tell something wasn’t right, even without listening into our conversation. “Fox, we need to leave, otherwise we’re going to be late for your appointment.”

I turned to him gratefully. “Right. You’re right. Sam, it’s been great catching up. The place looks great.”

“Your girlfriend did good, right?”

“She always does.”

And with that, I offered him a curt nod and stalked to the exit where Dawson was speaking to someone I didn’t know, Marshall close by.

“Marshall, we need to leave,” I barked. “Ifhewants to stay, he can, but we need to go.”

Marshall’s eyes moved between me and Lenny and then he started walking. “Dawson?”

Dawson’s face fell. “Yeap. On my way.”

He opened his mouth to continue his conversation as if we’d all hang around for his treacherous, lying ass, but Marshall’s bodyguard senses obviously picked up that something was off and he barked, “Now. We need to leavenow, Dawson.”

And with that, he followed us as we made our way to the car.

“What happened?” Dawson asked, with fake wide eyed innocence as we climbed into the car and Lenny closed the door before sitting up front with the driver.

“Nothing. I just needed to leave.” Every word I spoke to him burned my throat, his deception scarring me.

“Right…”

And with that, we traveled back to the house in silence.

Marshall

Thetensioninthecar was palpable. Fox’s face was set in a thunderous glare as he stared out of the window.

As soon as we got to the house, he burst through the front door and straight to the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge, popping the top off on the edge of the counter and downing half the bottle. He then slammed it down and turned to a bewildered looking Dawson. “Bunny?”

“Call me that again and I will fucking kill you.” Vitriol dripped Fox’s words.

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