Page 8 of Wicked Truths

Yeah, we definitely don’t have the healthiest of relationships, but it’s still the most real connection I’ve ever had, and I have Sullivan turning me down to thank for it.

ChapterThree

Three Weeks Ago

Oakley

My gut churns as I spin away from Sullivan. I just made a fool of myself in the middle of this night club. And an even bigger embarrassment of myself in front of my best friend.

I stagger away on too high heels.

I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m such an idiot. Yearning for Sullivan is one thing, but I majorly misread his feelings.

The look on his face.

The way he shook his head and gently pushed me away as I tried to kiss him. The moment plays on a loop in my mind.

My face burns as tears threaten to fall.

I need to find my backup security guy and get out of here.

Hawk has taken more personal days off recently than in the entire year he’s been my full-time security. The guys on duty aren’t nearly as vigilant, which is actually why I did the stupid thing and made a pass at Sullivan.

I never would have done it if Hawk was around because that type of thing is best done without an audience. It’s the type of thing I shouldn’t have done under any circumstances.

My feelings regarding Hawk are complicated at best. There used to be a time when I would have gone to him and asked for a hug. He really does give the best whole-body hugs and they’re so damn comforting. Or they were before he started acting like I’m a client and nothing more.

I wish I could blame it on being an omega, but apparently, I’m just the needy woman who makes something out of nothing.

I’m so tired of being lonely.

My hand flies to my chest to rub away the throbbing ache as I scan for my security team. There are two guys here with us, and I can’t find either. I’m the primary client, at least one of them is supposed to have eyes on me at all times.

“What’s the matter, princess?” Marcus’s hands land on my hips from behind as he pulls me back into his chest. “Finally made your move, and he shot you down?”

“Screw off.” I push his hands away, scanning the club.

I need to get out of here right now.

“I’d say that has more to do with him than it does with you,” Marcus says against my ear. “Are you gonna run back to the penthouse and cry yourself to sleep?”

“No,” I say, but he might be right. My eyes ache with the tears that I won’t let fall until I’m somewhere private. The urge to curl up in the fetal position and bawl my eyes out is strong.

“Yeah, that wasn’t convincing at all.” Marcus chuckles. It’s a wicked sound that says he’s reveling in my misery. “Go on, run off like the sad princess you are. It seems like your style.”

“Fuck you,” I snap, spinning to face him. “You’re so miserable it makes you practically gleeful to see other people suffering. I think that says more about you than it does me.”

“Hardly,” he snorts. “Come dance with me. If you run off, he’ll know exactly how much you care. Don’t give him that satisfaction.”

I frown up at him. He’s hot as hell in that tortured rock star, bad-boy sort of way. He’s got his own damage, and it shows in how he treats everyone around him.

“Aren’t you tired of always pining after a guy who knows you want him?” Marcus asks, raising an eyebrow. “No man is that oblivious, meaning he’s just not into you like that. Who the fuck knows why he keeps you in limbo, but it does seem like he’s dead set on it.”

My heart sinks because I know he’s right. I’ve heard other people’s comments that Sullivan likes me. I’ve seen him scare off guys that tried to hit on me. Why would he do all of that if he didn’t want me for himself?

I’m so confused.

My head shakes, and I have no idea what happens now.

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