Sally sidles up next to me and juts her chin out. “Oh, really? You have witnesses. This is all on camera.” She points to the ceiling. “You won’t get away with anything.”
His beady gaze flicks between us, then around the lobby. “The little bitch isn’t worth it.” He spins around and storms out onto the street.
I let out the breath I was holding on a loud gasp. “He’s insane.”
“Do you think he’ll be back?” Sally asks, her gaze aimed outside.
“I hope not. I need to tell Kade.”
***
Kade stands in the doorway of his apartment with an easy, confident posture, not appearing as rattled at seeing me for the first time as I feel seeing him. He's shirtless, and my skin heats up at the sight of his chest—every muscle shifting subtly when he moves. Every motion makes the intricate tattoo designs shift.
“Daisy, what are you doing here? I have company coming soon.” His voice brings me out of my reverie.
Well, that wasn’t a warm and fuzzy welcome? What was I expecting? And who is coming over? A woman? Multiple women? My chest tightens. Is he onto the next person so soon?
“Bruce was here.” I ignore the tightening of my chest.
“What? Where is he?” He makes to push past me, and I stop him by placing a hand on his chest. His firm, muscular chest. The one I kissed and licked repeatedly.
“He’s gone.” I reluctantly drop my arm. “He was downstairs in the lobby. Demanding Natasha go home with him. I got him to leave. Although, I’m worried he might come back.”
Kade rubs his hands over his spikey head. “Come in and tell me exactly what happened.”
“Aren’t you expecting company?”
He frowns like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “It’s only Asher and Lincoln. They need to know about this too.”
“Oh, okay.” Relief washes over me. I shouldn’t care if he has women coming over, yet for some reason, I do.
We enter the living room, and I take a seat. I rub my palms up and down my thighs as I sit straight back on the couch. Only a week ago, I felt comfortable enough for him to strip me naked and do the most amazing things to my body. Now, sitting fullyclothed in his apartment, is the most awkward I’ve felt around him.
Grabbing a black t-shirt hanging from the back of a wingback chair, he puts it on, then takes a seat opposite me. Silence stretches between us. Should I bring up Las Vegas? Ask him why he left me? Before I can pluck up the courage, the door to the apartment opens, and in saunter Asher and Lincoln. The men on their own are a delicious sight. The three masculine men together in one room is a feast most women would give up everything to dine on.
Kade propels from the chair. “Bruce was here.”
“Yeah, I know. I just got a call from the security company saying he’d been picked up on the cameras,” Lincoln explains.
“Why the fuck didn’t you call me?” His tone is harsh and pissed off.
“Bruce left, and we were on our way here anyway. I’m telling you now.” Lincoln doesn’t seem concerned with Kade’s ‘if looks could kill’ stare.
Asher drops onto the seat Kade vacated and props his feet onto the coffee table. “What did he want?” He aims his question at me.
“He wanted Natasha to go home with him because the social worker is asking about her. He’s worried he’s not going to get any more money.”
“The bastard is trying to milk every last dime before she turns eighteen. Let’s hope they’re not stupid enough to give him another kid.” Lincoln shakes his head with disgust.
That would be a disaster. Surely, they can contact the authorities and let them know Bruce is a danger to children.
“Cameras aren’t enough. We need twenty-four-hour security.” Kade sits on the arm of the couch next to where I’m sitting. His hand slides along the cushions behind my shoulders. Something fluttery twists low in my stomach at the casual gesture. And for asecond, I wish that this was normal for us. After a moment, like he realizes how this position looks, he swiftly removes it.
“I agree.” Asher drops his feet to the floor and pulls a phone from his pocket. “I’ll arrange it with the club’s security company.” His fingers tap the screen at super speed.
“If he shows his face around here again, I want to know about it right away, so I can kick his fucking ass back to where it came from,” Kade says.
Asher’s phone beeps. “It’s done. A security guard is on his way. You ready to go to the club?” Asher asks Kade as he stands.
