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“Ah, keep hold of it,” Oliver says. “You can go through and edit the answers.”
“Hard pass,” I reply, dropping it onto the table with a slap. “Maybe one of you fucking comedians needs the help.”
Their laughter follows me as I head out, my phone burning a hole in my pocket. I could just text her and hear directly how it’s going. No need for Jacob and his… whatever, to get involved.
Pulling it from my pocket, my fingers hover over the buttons, ready to unlock and send her something… anything, before throwing it across the room, the damn thing bouncing against the pillow.Fucking pathetic.
That’s exactly how I’m acting.
Like some pussy whipped little bitch
And that’s never been me. Never will be.
Except my gaze lingers on the phone…
Not only the thought of her in some tiny bikini, hot and sweaty, playing behind my eyes, but also of Wyatt, and Leo, their perfect bodies on display…
I’m not blind or stupid, I see how she looks at them when they’re around, and the attraction is reciprocated. It only infuriates me further.
Why the hell did I agree to stay here? What an idiot.
My fists clench and unclench at my sides as I stare down the inanimate object like it’s personally done something to piss me off. Jacob was right when he said the need to fuck or fight is real, and neither one is an option right now.
If I go for a run, I’m going to end up at her house. I need to stay here and work this out, don’t I?
Grabbing the phone, I load it up, bringing up the app and the tiny camera that we stashed somewhere we shouldn’t have. Two women are laid out on tables, massages being had, and that’s all it takes for me to snap. Turning it off, I shove it in my back pocket and stalk my way downstairs.
They’ve had enough time.
I’m done.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I thunder down them, bursting into the den.
“Boys, you ready?” I ask.
“For what?” Taylor asks, not breaking his concentration from the screen in front of him.
“To go get our Angels.”
“Hell yeah,” he replies, throwing the controller down. “I’ve put my request in. I’m going to claim Tamsin.”
“It’s serious then, huh?” Oliver asks. “I’m not there yet.”
“No?” Jacob asks. “You’re happy to go to war for the girl, but not wife her up? Harsh, man.”
“Maybe later, once I know her a little better. Once I’m sure she’s not going to fuck me over.”
“Deep.” Taylor nods as he winds their game down. “Let’s do this.”
I offer Jake an out, not that he takes it, and then the four of us lock up and head around the building, down the path through the woods and to the pool house front door.
It’s unlocked when Oliver tries it, pressing his finger to his lips, signalling us to be quiet as we slide into the house and stalk our way down the corridor. The house is surprisingly quiet as we enter, but rounding the corner and peeking into the living room explains it pretty well.
Half a dozen massage tables are set up around the small space, two women loitering outside the glass doors and chatting, drinks in hand.
There’s incense in the air and some kind of wave sound playing on speakers spread throughout the room, but as I move from one prone, covered in nothing but a towel body to another, I quickly realise that Ivy isn’t in here, and neither is Wyatt.
My confusion must be clear as I continue to look around, until Leo looks up from the body he plies with some kind of oil, gesturing to Ivy’s bedroom door. I swear to God, if Wyatt’s hands are on her skin, I’ll break every fucking finger and enjoy every single second of it.
