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When I turned around again a little while later, JJ and his friends were nowhere to be seen.
I knew I needed to end this thing between us, but like a fucking addict that had told themselves to quit so many times but didn’t have the willpower, I sent him a text.
ME:
Where are you?
JJ:
At my favourite place. I don’t have to work tonight, so I’m making the most of it
The text was followed by a photo of a bare, toned torso and long legs encased in the tight fucking trousers I’d done my best not to notice earlier. His bulge was clearly visible, highlighted by a rainbow of coloured lights across his body, his surroundings thrown into shadow.
My dick pulsed, and my jaw clenched as I stabbed out an immediate reply.
ME:
WHERE ARE YOU?
JJ:
Come and find me, baby
Baby. My lip curled. What the fuck. I ignored the way my heart was pounding, about to type out another message when another picture came through. A bar with a cocktail in the foreground. Just behind the cocktail, I could see the torso of the bartender. I zoomed in on the logo on their T-shirt.
I didn’t bother replying. Instead, I continued my streak of acting completely irrationally when it came to Joshua James Everett. I made my excuses and left the bar, hopping into one of the black cabs waiting outside.
The cabbie nodded at me. “Where to, mate?”
“Revolve. Soho.”
15
Chike, Shay’s model friend, smiled down at me, raising his cocktail glass to knock it against mine. I returned his smile automatically, but my mind was filled with a certain doctor slash soon-to-be professor. It shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t have sent those cryptic texts. What the fuck was I doing? I had fun, and I moved on. It was easy. No strings. I’d never had any issues before, so why was it happening now?
And I’d tortured myself by sending that text. It wasn’t as if he’d come here. Not my doctor, who was allergic to any and all forms of socialisation.
“Not my fucking doctor,” I muttered, which had Dex, Nic, Shay, and Chike all staring at me. Maybe I hadn’t been as quiet as I thought. Shit.
“Physical!” Shay suddenly screamed as the opening notes of a new song sounded. He threw his hands in the air, and relief flooded my body as everyone followed his lead, downing the rest of their drinks and strutting onto the dance floor. I joined them, although I was on autopilot. We moved to the music, singing…or shouting along with the lyrics, and I did my best to forget everything else other than the here and now.
The music changed to something a little slower and more sultry, and I felt a body pressing up behind me. I’d done this so many times that I didn’t even have to think about my moves. I ground my hips back against my dance partner, feeling the hands gripping me and the bulge digging into my ass.
It felt wrong.
I closed my eyes, attempting to block everything else out, leaving only the music and the feel of a warm body against mine.
“Move.”
My eyes flew open at the low growl to see Killian, a dark, dangerous look on his face, gripping Chike’s bicep and forcibly dragging him away from me.
Fucking hell.
“Move. He’s mine,” he ground out, shoving Chike away and then yanking me into him, his hand an iron grip on my waist. I ended up with my back plastered against his front, his breath hot and heavy in my ear, and the vision of Chike’s shocked face echoing in my mind.
“Was that your aim, Joshua? You wanted me to come here so I’d see you with someone else? Wanted to drive me fucking crazy, to make me snap?”
I shivered against him, feeling his grip tighten around me, his hard cock insistently pressing against my ass. I couldn’t form words, though. My brain was too scrambled. I’d never expected him to come here, and this possessive display—I’d never?—
