When We Lied Read Online Claire Contreras

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
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I glance at Leo, who’s still ogling the messenger. “Do you think it’s one of your people?”

His gaze snaps to mine. “Possibly.”

Fuck. I don’t want to meet with anyone from this mix. Certainly not in a private room. Part of “welcoming a new face to the group” was to have a naked conversation, and even though I’m totally okay with nudity, the entire thing was weird. Because of my outfit, I had an excuse to not go fully nude. Still, in an attempt to fit in and make them comfortable, I unzipped the top of my jumpsuit, took my arms out of the long sleeves, and left it open to my belly button. I didn’t get much information, but there’s a guy named L.T. with clear blue eyes that looked at me extra carefully when Leo said Mallory had been a friend of mine.

“Well, I guess I should find out who it is.” My stomach is in knots as I push my chair back and stand. “Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. We’ll be meeting at Onyx next Saturday, and a few other regulars will be there. I can’t give you a list, but I can invite you to join us.”

“For a fee,” I say, smiling.

He chuckles. “For a fee, but if you want to hang with me, I’ll cover your fee.”

I force myself to continue smiling as I stand up, and when he stands, he takes my hand to kiss the back of it. When he drops it, his eyes are back on the woman in the corset, who’s still waiting patiently.

“Lead the way,” I say, and follow her out.

“I absolutely love your bodysuit,” she says as we walk.

“Thanks.” I grin. “I didn’t really consider how difficult it would be to take off.”

She laughs. “Wrong place to wear it.”

I’m wearing what Livie and I call my, “Catwoman costume”. I actually bought it for Halloween one year, but it’s become my go-to when I need something sexy and don’t want to wear a dress. It’s a shiny leather bodysuit with a low neckline and a zipper that goes from my breasts to my crotch. It makes me feel sexy and powerful, but it’s a pain in the ass to take off and put on.

I only had to unzip it to my belly button earlier, and I’m not planning to fully take it off until I get home, so that won’t be an issue. I take a deep, shaky breath and try to swallow the unease rolling through me. Do I really want to go inside a room with a stranger? My immediate answer is no, but I need to at least look inside. Maybe I can have this woman wait for me.

“What’s your name?” I ask as we walk.

“Lisa.” She glances at me over her shoulder.

“Do you really not know who requested to see me?”

She shakes her head, her thick dark waves bouncing with the movement. “No, but it’s room five, so I assume it’s someone important.”

My stomach twists again, and when we finally reach a red door with the number five on it, she punches in a code and turns the handle. I’m about to ask her to wait, but she pushes the door open and my jaw drops when I see who’s waiting for me. I step inside, still gaping at Finn, and forget all about the door.

This room, unlike the previous one I’d been in, has a huge bed with black sheets, cuffs peeking out of the corners, and red walls covered with photographs of people in sexual positions. Finn’s standing between the door and the bed, hands in his pockets, wearing a casual black suit with a white button-down and white sneakers. His hair is tousled and his green eyes are dark and inscrutable from where I stand. The pounding in my ears makes the click of the door shutting behind me sound far, far away.

“What are you doing here?” I ask when I manage to compose myself.

“Did you fuck him?”

I blink a few times. “What?”

“Did you fuck him?” He repeats the words a little slower, those dark, intense eyes pinned on mine as he takes slow strides toward me.

My heart slams harder with each measured step. He stops a couple of feet away. Close enough that I can fully see the hard set of his jaw. I chew on the side of my lip, but his gaze doesn’t veer from mine as it normally would. No, this Finn Barlow means business. Somewhere in my jumbled mind, I realize a few things at once—Finn is here and he requested to meet me in this private room. Somewhere in my mind, I make sense of it. I know his cousin owns Pearl, but still. Finn being here can only mean that he probably came to use this place and found out I was here. I really shouldn’t care that he’s here to hook up with someone else, but thinking about it makes me feel sick.



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