Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Cut the shit, Trev. She’s not here, and neither are you,” Saxon replied.
He sounded angry, and I wondered if my leaving with Trev and not telling him had been a bad idea. At the time, it had seemed fun and exciting. Now, I wasn’t so sure it had been the right decision.
“Ah, yes, well, we both agreed that a movie with the lovely Declan didn’t sound very appealing. Then, Maddy revealed that she had never played a video game. Can you believe that? Never. She’s missing out on so much in life. So, being the good guy that I am, I decided I would introduce her to the beauty that is Grand Theft Auto. The game. Not the actual felony itself.”
I was torn between laughing at Trev’s explanation and worrying that I needed to go back to the Houstons’. I didn’t want Saxon to be mad at me. I should have told him I was leaving. It was thoughtless of me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I said then, unable to sit quietly any longer.
Saxon didn’t say anything at first, and I felt a knot form in my stomach. I’d made a mistake. Trev was a ball of energy that could wrap you up in the moment. I had acted out of character and not thought about anything more than that.
“No, that’s okay. Trev should have told me. But I understand,” he replied.
That should have made me feel better, but I only felt guiltier.
“I’ll come back,” I told him.
There was a pause, and Trev frowned at me and shook his head.
“No, stay. You wanted to go, and I get it,” Saxon replied.
“I’ll keep her safe, bro,” Trev assured him. “Go watch your movie.”
“Okay,” Saxon said, and then the call ended.
Trev looked over at me. “You look like you kicked a puppy. Stop stressing. Sax is fine. Declan will make him forget in seconds. One of the reasons he started dating her was because of the way she sucks co—”
“Please do not finish that sentence,” I said, holding up a hand to stop him.
He winked at me, then shut off his expensive vehicle and opened his door. “Let’s go get our game on.”
The Hugheses’ mansion was even more impressive at night. With the setting sun almost gone, the place was lit up, making it appear like something from a fairy tale.
“Are we the only ones here?” I asked, noticing no other cars.
“The dick squad left—or is it the rodeo squad?” he asked me with a grin. “I know they are gone, but I’m not sure if my dad’s back or not. There is a ten-car garage back that way, to the left. It’s not visible from here,” he replied as we climbed the stairs to the entrance.
I watched as Trev lifted a brass plate beside the doors, which revealed a keypad. He pressed in several numbers, then opened one of the large double doors. He waved a hand for me to enter, and I walked past him inside.
“My room is up those stairs, but first, let’s go get snacks,” he said with a grin and a nod of his head toward the open arched entrance to the left of us.
I followed him, quietly taking in everything around me. This place was something else. Even seeing it the second time, I was amazed. What kind of life Trev must live.
When the bright, opulent kitchen came into view, I noticed we weren’t the only ones looking for food. Trev sighed audibly and groaned, then walked into the room.
He looked back at me. “I swear, I thought he was gone. He’s like a fucking stray dog that won’t go away,” he said.
Blaise’s back was to us as he stood in front of the open refrigerator. My stomach knotted up at the sight of him. He made me nervous.
“You’re still here,” Trev drawled in an annoyed tone.
Blaise closed the fridge doors and turned to look at us. A carton of milk was in one hand and a bowl in his other. His gaze barely touched me before his eyes locked on his brother. “When the bastard comes back and gives me my damn horse, I’ll leave,” he said, then put the bowl down on the counter in front of him. “Fuck knows this is the last place I want to be.”
“You could always leave, and I’ll let you know when he returns,” Trev suggested with a hopeful tone.
Blaise ignored him and poured milk into the bowl.
“Let’s get some food and head up,” Trev told me.
I said nothing. I was afraid to speak. He’d barely acknowledged me, and I preferred to keep it that way. There was something in his eyes that sent out a warning. One that Trev didn’t seem to notice. But then again, he was his brother.
“Letting a hot piece of ass come between you and Sax is a dumbass move,” he said, shooting Trev a disgusted look.