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“I didn’t lie.”
“I asked you the question.”
I wasn’t sure which question she was talking about. She’d been the one who’d wanted to keep things simple. Her words, not mine. But I wasn’t going to debate it.
“Not the right one,” I countered.
“Okay, Connor King, or should I call you Striker? Not telling me you were Kalen’s brother is a breach of trust I’ll never forgive.”
She took a step around me, but I couldn’t let her go. I caught her arm and gave it one last shot. “Let me make it up to you, princess.”
Her eyes were filled with disgust as she peeled my hand off her. “Not going to happen.”
“I’ll have you again,” I said confidently.
“Not in this lifetime.”
I had an ace in my sleeve, as they said—a bet I’d won and never used. “We’ll see about that.”
Once all the events in the reception were over—from the speeches, first dance, and cake cutting—I’d finally had enough of Griffin’s hands on Lizzy and I tapped him on his shoulder.
When they turned my way, I asked, “Can I cut in?”
In concert, they said, “No.”
“Lizzy, we need to talk.”
“She doesn’t want you, mate,” Griffin sneered.
I glared at him and Lizzy glared right back at me.
“How many times do I need to say no for you to let it go?”
A million popped in my head, but I didn’t say it.
“If I told you I was fucking Griffin now, would that be enough? Go find someone else to fuck.”
What I’d said to her that fated night came and bit me in the ass. If I’d needed a push to let her go, that was it. She hadn’t had to yell for the word to cut deeper than a knife. I’d wanted closure, I told myself as I stumbled away, only then realizing I might have had one drink too many.
A woman who’d been eye-fucking me all night moved under my arm before I fell on my ass. “Want company?”
Needing a release from the curse Lizzy had left in my life, I nodded. With each step, my heart blackened, turning to ash from her words.
We ended up in a private bathroom. I sat on the closed toilet, nearly slumping over. Thank God the place was upscale as the girl got to her knees.
Only the curse was still there. I tried to ignore that nothing was happening. What guy wanted to realize their dick was broken? But when her hand curled around my cock, my eyes sprang open. I was about to call it off when the door opened.
Only when I saw her did I grow hard.
“Lizzy,” I said, the two syllables sounding like three coming from my drunken lips.
She looked ready to slam the door.
I said, “Wait,” confusing the woman at my feet.Twenty-EightLizzySeeing the self-assured expression wiped away and replaced by utter devastation on Striker’s… Connor’s… Konnor’s face broke through my I don’t need anyone walls.
“Where are you going?” Griffin’s face came into focus.
“I have to go,” I said, spinning on my heels.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said in my wake.
I picked up my pace as I saw a woman snag Connor’s arm and lead him out of the room. I battled through the crowd on the dance floor, feeling my heart race. It wasn’t as if I was in love with him. Though what did you call it when you still thought about a person every night even when you were pissed off at them?
Once I made it past the crowd, I wondered where they’d disappeared to. I went to the line of doors under the veranda that led to the parking lot and checked each door. My inability to move on fueled my panic. Why was I following Striker? What could the future King possibly say that could make this okay again? Though I didn’t know, I continued my frantic search.
Opening the door that should have been locked, I felt the air suck out of the room. Connor King was sprawled on a toilet with an arm slung over a ledge, the woman he’d left with kneeling between his leg. Worse, she had her hand wrapped around his growing erection.
Why was I mad? I wasn’t rational enough to answer that question. Months of wanting him to grovel, wanting him to go fuck himself or someone else as long as it wasn’t me had messed with my head.
Disgusted, I prepared to shut the door and walk away from him forever. Yet when he said my name followed by, “Wait,” I did.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said to the woman.
She got up and gave me dagger eyes before shoving past me. I glared back before turning it on him.
“You don’t seem to need me,” I said.
“I’m hard,” he said in astonishment, stringing the words together as if they were one.
“Good for you,” I said, poised to slam the door in his beautiful face.
