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My teeth clack together and I grip my phone tight enough to break.
Me: Do you have a death wish?
Bubbles come and go several times before his message comes through.
Matthias: Sometimes.
Fuck. I’m such an asshole.
Me: Just remember she’s my wife.
Matthias: Not yet.
Me: She’s MINE.
Chapter 10
Misty
I toss back the shot Ethan hands me and cringe as it burns my throat.
Nicholas had been waiting to take me home from the office after work. He raised both hands in surrender when I stomped up to him and just laughed when I said I’d find my own way.
He told me to take it up with the boss, but if I didn’t want him to get fired, I needed to get in the car.
Nicholas was still outside my front door when it was time to head to the club, so I snuck out the side exit and walked a block down the street before calling for an Uber. Something tells me I don’t want Damon to know what I’m doing. That he’d put an end to all my fun.
“Easy there. That’s your third one,” Carter warns, giving me a worried look.
When he said come out with the team, I expected more than him and his two friends, but after the first couple of shots, I stopped caring. I didn’t need a bunch of people for my plans tonight. Relax, let myself forget about everything, and maybe even let Carter take me home.
“I’m fine. Just needed to take the edge off,” I reply, proud that I didn’t slur.
I’ve never been to Elysium before. The sleek seating and floor-to-ceiling drapery caught my attention the second I walked in. This place practically dares you to be depraved.
The bar’s lit by strobe lights, casting us in alternating shadows and muted colors, giving the same feeling as the cover of night, when everyone feels just a little more reckless.
The deep bass of the music vibrates through my body, calling to something inside me, and the rhythm lulls me into a dance.
The shots go to my head, lowering my inhibitions, and I finally feel free from overdemanding bosses and visa applications.
Fear threatens to take over with the fact that after everything, I could lose it all. I close my eyes and let the thoughts slide off me, drift into nothingness, and vanish into the beat of the music.
I grab Carter’s hand, and he follows eagerly as I make my way toward the dance floor. Large, warm fingers settle on my waist as I move in time with the music, and I don’t pull away when his chest meets my back. He’s tall, several inches over six feet, and he has no trouble keeping up with me. I lean into him and suck in a breath as the length of him presses into my lower back. He grinds his cock against me, holding me in place with an arm banded around my middle.
This is what I wanted. Needed. Fun, release, to let go. But there’s something wrong. Something is missing.
He smells like pine, and the way he says my name isn’t quite right.
Any chance of Carter and me is crushed as images of Damon’s broad shoulders, stormy eyes, and sweet, smoky scent flood my mind.
I push Carter back, taking a step forward and breaking the contact between us. He lets me go easily but tilts his head as he takes me in. “Did I read you wrong?”
Did he? “No, it’s fine. Just the shots going to my head. I’m going to freshen up, and I’ll be right back.”
“You sure you’re okay?” His concern is sweet, but there’s no warmth in my stomach. No shivers raising goose bumps down my neck.
“Yup. Totally good. I’ll be right back.”
