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“Yours,” I tell him, my voice coming out like steel. Thankfully, there isn’t a quiver in sight when I look at him. “It’s yours for the weekend.”
“Of course.” While he may verbally agree with me, the amusement in his tone tells me a different story. There is no way this is what my mother meant when she said whatever it takes to keep him happy, it can’t be. I can’t be expected to stay here with him overnight.
He guides me up some stairs, across a long hallway and towards the back of the building, pushing it open to reveal a large bedroom with a king-sized bed in the centre and a single chest of drawers pushed against one wall. I suppose in a “hotel” such as this, the sparse furniture and decor shouldn’t be a surprise.
“Take a seat, sweetheart,” Gregory tells me, pushing me towards the bed. I gingerly sit down on the edge, avoiding focusing on the rumpled grey sheets. “Now, tell me about yourself. I know bits and pieces, of course, from your mother, but I want to know the real you.”
“I’m not really sure what you want to know.”
“Everything.” The tie around his neck loosens under his hand before he pulls it off and lays in on the top of the chest. He pops a few buttons next, revealing a chest coated in fine greying hairs. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let’s start with your favourite colour.”
“Green,” I reply quietly, the answer all too easy. “Forest green.”
The same colour as Theodore’s eyes.
Thinking of him calms my nerves, my hands stilling on my thighs. I really should have told him what I was doing tonight, but it’s too late to concern myself with thoughts of what I should have done. Now I have to figure out how to get myself out of this weird situation and back to him. “You don’t have a phone, do you? I forgot to tell my friends I was leaving, and I wouldn’t want them to worry.”
Gregory eyes me curiously, his head cocked to the side. I keep my expression blank, save for the small fake smile I send him. It’s a long moment before he nods, handing me a sleek black smartphone and loading up the messenger app for me.
The only number I know by heart is Noah’s, thanks to the many times I had to call him when my mother got too drunk and I needed a place to crash for the night to avoid her anger. I send him a short text while Gregory watches on with his eyes locked to the words I type.
Unknown: Hey, Noah. It’s Fallon. I’m out tonight with a friend of my mum’s, cuddle teddy bear for me and don’t worry if I’m not home in a few hours. Will probably be a late one.
I’m stepping out of the shower when Noah comes barging into my bedroom. His eyes stray to my dick for a moment before he realises he’s ogling and turns away with a flush creeping on his face. It’s amusing, the way he tries to hide his sexuality.
My brother is gay and has been out since he was twelve, but for whatever reasons, Noah isn’t there yet; and I’m not about to be the arsehole that calls him out on his shit.
No matter how much he gets on my fucking tits for putting his hands all over my girl.
“There’s something wrong with Fallon.” My hands pause on the white towel I’m using to dry my body, my head snapping in his direction. I hadn’t noticed it when he stepped in the room, but I don’t miss it now. The way his eyes shine with concern and the frown on his lips. “She told me to give teddy bear a cuddle, and that it’d be a late one and not to worry, but Fallon doesn’t have a teddy bear nor does she stay out late, ever, unless it’s with us.”
“Wait, where is she?” I grab my own phone, flicking through my messages until I find her name. The few I’ve sent this evening remain unread, but I didn’t read too much into it since she rarely responds to my messages anyway.
Only the dirty ones, and even then, her reply is usually in person—in my bed, on the couch, or any number of the surfaces we’ve fucked on in the past couple weeks.
Instead of answering, Noah hands me his phone, showing me the text from an unknown number. While the few words alone shouldn’t be concerning, my blood chills instantly. A friend of her mum’s, there’s only one guess as to who that could fucking be.
Fuck.
“What’s going on, Theo?” Noah asks me warily, his eyes moving from the text, to me, then back again.
Ignoring him, I shove on a pair of ripped jeans and a plain black sweater before heading to Kyle’s dorm. I don’t bother knocking, just shove the door open and come face-to-face with him fucking a girl on the kitchen counter.
“Out,” I tell her, my tone unwavering. She gapes at me, turning to Kyle with a doe-eyed expression. He looks at me for a beat before sliding out of her and pulling her off the counter. With a slap to her bare ass, the sharp noise ringing out through the room, he tells her to leave and that he’ll call her later. “Such a gentleman.”
“You’re one to talk.” He scoffs, pulling his jeans back on. He doesn’t bother replacing his shirt, just walks towards me with his chest on display. He’s a scrawny dude, but he has some muscles hiding under his clothes.
“Need you to trace this number for me.”
I shove Noah’s phone in his hand, the message on display. He cocks his head while he reads, his eyes locking on mine the moment he’s finished. “She in danger?”
“Maybe.”
“You think maybe it’s time to tell us what shit you know?” The question is rhetoric; he’s not asking, he’s telling me. The annoying fucking thing, he’s probably right.
I’ve been keeping fucking secrets for years, and that shit eats you alive from the inside.
Noah stomps in, his face set in a deep scowl he aims solely at me. Like any of this is my fault. Gage pops up a minute later, Betty following him into the room.
