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“Fun is about to begin hot stuff,” Jayson yelled, grabbing my wrist and twirling me around in a circle before reaching down to grab my ass with both his hands. I jumped, but before I even had the chance to react to that little ass grab, Tristan reached down and yanked Jayson’s hands off me.
“Kal won’t like that,” he muttered, shooting a glare in Jayson’s direction, “You know that she’s his.” Tristan growled, and I glared at him.
“Really because I have yet to hear him claim anything of the sort!” Jayson yelled into the empty parking garage.
Tristan glared at his friend like he forgot to take his morning meds. Maybe he had. I mean Kaleb most definitely forgot to pop his pillies if he thought that any part of me belonged to any part of him. My soul was already split into too many pieces. Trust me, if there was anything left, it would belong to me.
“Hate to burst your bubble boys but I belong to myself,” I snapped. The two of them shared a look before leading me over to the garage's elevator and shoving me inside.
“Either of you two care to fill in the blanks as to where we're going?” I smiled up at them as the elevator began to climb floors. Both of them didn’t bother to grace me with an answer, their eyes trained forward on the elevator doors.
Silent treatment. Nice.
After what felt like an eternity, the elevator doors clicked open, and suddenly Jayson's ridiculous shorts actually made sense.
I was staring at the biggest pool I’d ever seen.
Holy. Rich. People.
I mean the edge of it quite literally dangled from the city skyline, giving the illusion of a never-ending body of water that could touch the clouds.
Not to mention shimmering lanterns were hung up on strings surrounding the modern city rooftop, the soft light creating an almost ethereal golden glow upon the water. Pair that with a sunsetting skyline, and I had to stop for a moment to take it all in.
It was beautiful.
And in the middle of it all, was the very devil himself.
Kaleb.
My stomach flipped at the sight of him, and I hated myself for letting him have any control over my bodily functions.
He was wearing a worn black tee paired with light wash jeans and those blasted timberland boots I hate, his black hair curled slightly around the edges of his jaw. He looked perfect in that way that all gods do, that unnatural perfection you can't seem to take your eyes off of even though you know something’s not quite right. That nothing could possibly be that perfect. And yet here he was, gorgeous in that dark way of his.
I hated him for that.
For how effortless he could look, for how little he had to try to force the world into the palm of his hand. People ate out of his hands subconsciously and I was jealous of how easy it was for him to hold power.
To hold it and keep it.
He was everything I despised and yet here I was summoned like one of his subjects to his realm.
Waiting for him to let me kiss his ring.
Rolling my eyes, I observed out of the corner of my eye as he laughed easily with the two tall brunettes in matching gold bikinis, blaming the red that crept onto my face on the unbearable heat Tristan and Jayson were putting off hovering over me.
Seriously haven't either of them heard of personal space?
“Stay here for a sec princess,” Jayson murmured in my ear. Not sure where he thought I would go when we were literally on a rooftop, but I stayed put anyway. Anxious, I began clicking my heeled combat boots together. A bad habit I always seemed to default to when I get nervous. My third-grade teacher would always call me Dorothy and accused me of being homesick. Safe to say she wasn't exactly my favorite teacher.
Shoes still clicking together, I watched as Jayson trailed over to Kaleb, murmuring something in his ear. His eyes immediately roamed the crowded rooftop, and I froze when they finally found me, locking me in place.
His black eyes were fire. Burning my careful control to ashes. And demons help me for I would recognize that look in his eyes anywhere:
Sheer determination.
He was here to collect. Only I didn't have what he was after. At least I didn't have it on me.
Briefly, I thought back to the crooked floorboards in my apartment and the treasure that lay underneath but the thought barely has time to materialize before he's crossing the floor, leaving the brunettes in the dusk without so much as a muttered apology or backwards glance. The obvious dismissal shouldn't make me feel as good as it does and I hate myself all over again.
