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“Oh, so much… Thank you, Sir.”
A peal of laughter across the room snagged his attention. Around the bar, a group of subs preened and flirted, all but rubbing their half-naked bodies against some Dom.
The big blond male turned his head, flashing a Hollywood smile.
Seth. That motherfucker.
Of course he was here. Liam had put the guy up at Shadows while he was visiting. But why wouldn’t he go the fuck away?
He’d love to whip out his phone and snap a couple of incriminating shots of Seth with his “harem” to show Heavenly. But Beck wouldn’t break the rules of the club or bend his moral code for the bed-hopping bastard.
He’d love to know what had happened last night between Seth and Heavenly at Raine’s party. It was definitely something. When Beck had asked her for a recap at lunch earlier today, she’d blushed profusely and dodged his question. While heading back to his office, he’d texted Pike for information. As usual, the DM had given him a smartass response.
They cozied up in a corner by themselves until she suddenly ran off. Seth chased her. I stopped him. You’re welcome.
The ten texts he’d sent back for more information had all gone unanswered. Asshole. Why had Heavenly run off? Had Seth ever caught her? Had he seduced his way into her bed? Beck had no idea.
Biting back a growl, he tamped down his fury and handed Chastity the water bottle from the table beside him. “Will you be okay if I step away to take care of something?”
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
“Feel free to stay on the couch and float a bit longer.”
She sat up, gingerly making her way off his lap. “Happily, Sir.”
With a nod, he watched her curl up with a serene smile and drift. Guilty relief oozed through Beck’s bloodstream as he tossed a soft cotton blanket over her.
Behind him, another burst of raucous laughter rolled from the bar. He whipped around with a scowl, glaring at Seth and his flock.
Really, fucker? Last night you were coaxing Heavenly out of her panties, and tonight you’re handing out numbers to subs. Obviously, you pride yourself on excellent cunts-tomer service.
Rolling his eyes, Beck strode toward his private room. The slap of leather, along with cries and moans around the dungeon, usually soothed his nerves. Tonight, they only reminded him of what—and who—he’d never have, adding another layer of shit to the growing pile.
Before he could disappear behind the closed door, a firm hand gripped his shoulder. Beck stopped in mid-stride and spun on his heel. Hammer stood, staring, brow raised.
“Problem?” Beck asked.
“You tell me.”
“No. And there shouldn’t be with you anymore. Finally.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hammer’s brows knit together.
“You and Liam have Raine, that big ’ol house, and a baby on the way. Her old man is dead, Satan rest his miserable soul. Since you’re living the dream, why are you here? Oh, god. Tell me you two morons didn’t fuck up again.”
“No,” Hammer barked. “And I didn’t stop you to talk about Raine. Why didn’t you take Chastity to your room?”
Beck tensed. “Since when is fucking a sub after a scene a requirement?”
A smirk tugged one corner of Hammer’s mouth. “Never. But in the past you rarely refused pussy. What’s it been now, three weeks? I’ll bet your hand is getting tired. Should I grab a bottle and meet you in your room for a chat?”
For the first time, the shoe was on the other foot. It felt too tight. “Unlike you, I don’t have to be shitfaced to discuss my feelings. And I don’t need an intervention.”
“Good. Then I’ll skip the booze and you can start talking.”
“What is there to say? I didn’t feel like fucking her.” Beck forced himself to shrug.
“Your sudden celibacy wouldn’t have anything to do with Heavenly, would it? And before you give me the bullshit denial rolling across your face, I saw your expression when you had to leave the party last night. I know you told Pike to make sure Seth didn’t get too close.”
“I don’t trust him, and I wanted to make sure she was all right. Speaking of which, did you take her home for me?”
Hammer shook his head. “Never got the chance.”
Beck’s blood pressure soared. “Who the hell did?”
But he had a pretty goddamn good idea. He slid a glance toward the bar, teeth clenched.
“Not sure. But you seem awfully worried about Seth. Heavenly has you by the balls, doesn’t she?”
He pinned his longtime pal with a furious glare. “Shut the fuck up.”
Hammer chuckled. “I’ll be a nice guy and tell you that Seth didn’t take her home, either. So don’t do anything stupid, like storm up to the bar and pick a fight. I’m not sure what happened between them. One minute they were talking, and the next, she was flying out the door. Alone.”
