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JACE
Pulling up to Nicole’s gated neighborhood, I blew out a deep breath. Last night, I’d nearly drunk myself to death before sitting by the toilet and puking while Jamal watched from the bathroom door. And yet, I was still here to spend the night with Nicole because I needed this information.
“Jace Harbor,” the guard at Nicole’s neighborhood gates said, flashing his light into the car to look into the backseat of Dad’s Escalade. My trunk wasn’t big enough for Poison to fit. “Who are you here to see?”
I wrapped my hand around the steering wheel and swallowed. “Who I come to see here every time, Jack. Nicole,” I said with distaste. I fucking hated the way her name sounded on my tongue, and I loathed why I was here to see her, all to get some evidence.
The guard stared at me for a few moments, scanning my license. He opened the gates for me, and I rolled up my window as soon as I could. Fuck talking to anyone in this fucking neighborhood.
After I drove far enough onto the property, my phone lit up with a text from Kai.
Kai: Cameras are down.
I pulled over to the curb near some large shrubs and popped the trunk. Poison hopped out and slid into the car through the side doors, João sitting next to me in the passenger seat. He lit a cigarette and took two puffs on it.
“Last chance to turn back, Harbor.”
There wasn’t any turning back now. I’d fucking hurt Allie for this. She thought I was a fucking cheater, a fucking liar, a fucking prick. If I’d ruined my chances with her, the least I could do was protect her.
“Huh?” João said after I pulled into Nicole’s driveway.
“We’re going through with it.” I yanked the key out of the ignition. “Get me what I need.”
Once I calmed myself down enough to put on my best act, I stepped out of the car, leaving it unlocked, and walked to Nicole’s front door. I knocked twice and waited patiently for her. She opened it in nothing but a set of lacy black lingerie.
Make it up, Jace. Make it all fucking up.
“Hey, Jacey,” Nicole said, pulling the door open wider. “I was just freshening up.”
I stepped into the house. “You look good.”
Good? That isn’t going to be the fucking way to distract her.
After closing the door, she wrapped her arms around my torso from behind and pressed her breasts against my back. “Just good?” she asked, hand slipping down my abdomen and to the front of my pants.
I tensed and stepped away from her. “I brought wine,” I said, walking toward her kitchen to keep my distance. “Go sit in the living room and wait for me. I’ll bring you some out.”
I didn’t want to sleep with her. I would do anything not to sleep with her. I hated her more than Allie probably hated me at the moment.
Quickly finding the corkscrew in her kitchen drawer, I popped the wine open and poured myself a huge fucking glass. It was the strongest shit I could find from Dad’s wine cellar because I needed it.
After drinking an entire glass, I poured two more, glanced into the living room—where Nicole was mindlessly scrolling through her phone, distracted—and disabled the security system the way that Kai had told me to so they could get into the house. I hurried back, brought out the two glasses of wine, and handed one to her, then sat on the opposite side of the couch.
“So,” I started, wiping my sweaty palm on my jeans, “what do you want to do?”
Nicole giggled. “Oh, come on, Jace. We both know why you’re here.”
She crawled on top of me, straddling my waist, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I rested my hands on her waist, hating every fucking second of this, and let her stick her tongue into my mouth.
I need to distract her. I need to distract her. I need to distract her.
Grinding herself against me, she moaned slightly. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking of Allie, about protecting her, about doing this all for her. I had to be the fucking shittiest person to ever live on this fucking earth, but it was the only way. The only fucking way.
“You feel so good, baby,” Nicole murmured against my lips. She reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it fall between us, then reached for the front of my pants again. “Let’s take care of this,” she said, grasping my cock. “It’s so hard.”
I hate myself. I hate myself. I fucking hate myself.
“Nicole,” I said, voice above a whisper. “Not now, please.”
