Page 43 of Unravelling The Beast

I take a glass in each hand and, as I turn, offer one to them both before I speak.

"He does?"

When they take the glasses from my hands, I lift my own and take a big gulp, and Savannah speaks again.

"Arlo never fucks. Well, he hasn't since his wife was murdered."

My eyes widen, and I nearly spit out my drink.

"I'm sorry, she was what?"

They both just blink blankly at me as if it's no big secret until Savannah leans in close.

"You didn't know she was murdered right here in this house?"

I stare into her eyes, my blood suddenly running cold, and I feel a sense of fury that Sara lied to me. I’ve been messing with a man who has lost his wife to murder. What the fuck?

"No, I didn't know that."

"It was a tragedy, for sure. He hasn’t been the same since and he never offers his cock to anyone anymore. We've made out, but he won’t take it any further; he likes to play hard to get."

Izzy rolls her eyes before glancing away from her.

"Or is he still grieving the loss, Sav?"

"After three fucking years, Izzy? Come on."

I begin to feel annoyed by Savannah’s selfish attitude and Izzy fixes a glare on her best friend.

"There is no time limit on grief, Savannah; things like that will haunt someone for the rest of their lives!"

Suddenly, Cash calls out to us, making us all look over at him.

"Are you girls playing, or what?"

We all enter the large dining area, and as I take a seat, I place my glass on the table, making eye contact with Arlo, who sits across from me.

As I slowly take a seat, Cash pulls a chair out beside me, Izzy is on the other side, and Savannah is between Arlo and Charlie.

Arlo and I keep our eyes stuck on each other while I begin to think about what Savannah said and how Sara lied to me. I mean, it's terrifying to think about, but I thought she was being honest the whole time, and how come Arlo doesn't fuck but he is eager to get into my panties every five minutes?

Cash leans in close, snapping me out of my trance and drapes his arm across the back of my chair, causing me to side-eye him.

"Do you know how to play, beautiful?"

His vibes are filled with pure evil, but I nod politely before reaching for my wine.

"Okay, good! I'm right here if you need anything."

He winks at me when I make eye contact while sipping my wine, and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

When I glance over at Arlo again, I can see he is observing us carefully, slouching back in his chair and running his tongue piercing along his bottom lip. Savannah tries to talk to him, yearning for his attention, but he completely disregards her like the rude asshole he is, which I don't mind because it's pretty hilarious to see.

We're soon playing, and about halfway through the game, I feel Cash force his hand between my legs beneath the table, and my body tenses instantly. He squeezes my thigh casually, and while I side-eye him, he pretends to be playing cards and doing nothing wrong.

I take his wrist and yank it away before crossing my legs. How fucking dare he? He should keep his dirty hands to himself.

When he looks at me, he gives a menacing grin and a wink that sends chills down my spine, but not in a good way, before he looks away.

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