Page 59 of Tantalizing Kings

“Oh, really? And how many clients do you bring to a sex club and gang bang?” Collin growls.

“Hey, woah.” Grayson raises his hands. “There was no gang bang happening there. Sadly.” He chuckles, earning a feral growl from Collin. “Just a bit of masturbation and some dildo fucking—which, by the way, I did not appreciate being beaten with. Not that I didn’t mind getting my Pretty Girl’s sweet release all over my face. Although, next time I’d rather get it right from her swollen, dripping pussy.” Gray licks his lips and gives Collin a wink.

Collin jumps to his feet, grabbing a fistful of Grayson’s shirt, but Grayson just laughs. “Watch how you talk about my woman.”

“Your woman? Please, that poor girl probably thinks you're a psychopath. You busted in there, pulled a fucking dildo from her cunt, and attacked us with it. Then you kidnapped her!” Preston shouts.

“I didn’t fucking kidnap her,” Collin scoffs, letting go of Grayson, who still has a shit-eating grin on his face.

I’m just standing here for now, not really having any input at the moment.

“Well, she sure didn’t sound like she was a willing participant when she was being removed from the premises,” Preston retorts. “I’m not sure what kind of sick obsession you have with Sadie, and I really don’t care. It’s not my business. But what is my business is the deal we have with her. She’s a client, and we plan on going through with everything on our end of the deal. And yes, that includes all of us sticking our cocks inside of her, making her scream our fucking names. You can warn us off her all you want, but none of us are going to listen. The only way we end this is if Sadie herself tells us the deal is off. Until then, fuck off.” Preston downs the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and slams it on the side table.

He stands and walks over to me. My heart skips a beat at the intense look in his eye. He’s so beautiful it hurts. “Looks like you might have a chance after all, D. With the way this one is acting, she will be diving into the arms of someone normal.” He pats me on the shoulder as he leaves the room.

It hurts, his easy dismissal of me being with someone else. But he doesn’t know how I feel and never will. It’s easier that way.

“What the fuck does he mean by that?” Collin growls, stepping closer to me. He’s bigger than me and could kick my ass if he wanted to. I’m not a pussy; I’ve been in my fair share of fights and won, but fuck, he’s scary right now. “You trying to go after my girl?”

I clear my throat. “She’s not your girl. Sadie is a single woman and can be with whoever she chooses to be with.”

“You're forgetting one thing, Declan.” The grin Collin gives me as he says this is eerie. “She might be single, but you're not. None of you are. You're all cheating on your soon-to-be wives.” He raises a brow and my stomach drops. I’m not a cheater, I’d never cheat on someone I love. What Mia and I have isn’t real to me. Or her.

“Don’t be like that,” Grayson protests, stepping between us. “You know D is a good man. And you damn well know we don’t love the people we’re going to be married off to. Preston is right. You can tell us to stay away from her all you want, but we're not going to. You can pursue her however you want, but until she comes to us and calls it off, we’re not stopping.”

Collin looks like he’s ready to kill us. “Get this through your playboy heads. She’smine, whether she knows it or not. It won’t be long before she calls it off, especially once she realizes I’m all she will ever fucking need.”

Collin storms out of the room. “Whatever you say, crazy pants!” Grayson shouts.

“Well, that was... interesting.” I sigh, taking my glasses off to scrub my face with my hand.

“He’s fucking crazy.” Grayson chuckles. “And so much fun to piss off.”

“So, what are we doing for the rest of the night?” Tonight was supposed to be our second night with Sadie, and Grayson’s night to show her whatever it was he had planned.

“Nothing,” he grinds out. “Preston thinks we should wait until next weekend, give Sadie some time after Collin’s little stunt. Asshole thinks she’s going to be too embarrassed to continue.”

My face falls. “What? You don’t think that, do you?”

“Nah, she’s a lot braver than he believes. She was so fucking hot last night. I saw some of that confidence coming out, and I don’t think she's going to let this stop her. So as much as I hate to say it, Preston might be right about giving her some time.” His phone pings, and he checks his notifications. He chuckles and shows me his phone. It’s a message from Sadie's friend Emma saying ‘She’s ours tonight, bitches!’ followed by a photo of Sadie and her whole friend group at what looks like a party. “But he said nothing about space. Dude, we're going to a party.”

I’VE NEVER BEEN ONEfor parties. I only go because it’s good for networking, and well, it beats sitting in my dorm alone.

Kingston's parties are always the wildest. You never have trouble finding a handful of people doing shit that could get them arrested or killed.

It’s the only time the spoiled, little rich kids can let loose and forget about how unhappy they really are. We like to pretend money buys happiness, but it’s bullshit. Money means nothing if you're alone at the end of the day. No one to love you, no one to answer your phone call if you're in trouble.

“I’m going to get trashed, later.” Preston takes off as soon as we make it inside the house.

From the state of the front yard, I think we’re a little late to the party.

Everyone is clearly drunk, but I pay them no mind. I’m here to find one person and make sure she's okay.

“His idea sounds fun. You want anything to drink?” Grayson asks.

“No. I’m good. I’m going to go find Sadie.”

“Good idea. Let me know if her trash of an ex comes near her. I’m looking for a reason to smash his face in.”

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