Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,35
I couldn’t even start to comprehend the concept of comparing yacht sizes. I mean, wasn’t it impressive enough that you had one to begin with? This… this was going to be a long trip.
I search my bag for my phone and realize that I turned it off after all those messages. I can still feel Van Der Beck’s eyes on me so I excuse myself to the washroom, needing to escape Alicia’s questions about what I’m going to wear, telling me about the bridesmaid dress I apparently have waiting for me, and the odd intense staring. Maybe I have something on my face?
After washing my hands, I apply lip gloss and roll my shoulders back. I’ll be fine. Just fine. I walk out and walk nearly right into Van Der Beck. I grunt as he steadies me with his large hands not liking at all that the hallway we’re in is not only dark but tiny. I try to move away but he chuckles softly.
“Sloane.” He ‘tsk-es.’ “No need to freak out, sweetheart. I just wanted to have a bit of a chat.”
“About what?” I swallow nervously.
His smile becomes vicious. “I know.”
Ah fuck.
I arch a brow. “Know about what?”
Please don’t say ‘your plan.’
“See, I thought it was odd how Royce was acting around you … so I took a look at the footage from where you went after the casino. And Sloane, I have to say both Royce and Blaine seem to be very lucky guys. I admit that watching you cum on his cock while he fucked his own brother’s girlfriend was fucking hot as hell.”
Oh wow. Just wow.
I offer an awkward smile. “What I do with them is none of your business.”
He chuckles. “Ahh but I have the video so unless you want Blaine knowing, it is …”
Clearly, he hasn’t watched all of it.
“What do you think you’re going to get out of this?” I offer a small smile, finding this more sad than anything else.
“You. I want you in my fucking bed tonight.” A bunch of cheating assholes, these two.
I step back ducking under his arm and putting as much distance as I can between us. I cross my arms and stare at him with a look as he offers me a predatory smile, thinking he has ‘caught me.’ SO, I ruin his fun.
“I hate to tell you Casper, but Blaine knows. The three of us have a certain … relationship.”
He seems surprised by this but then shrugs. “Clearly you are keeping it quiet for a reason and I will release that video if you don’t show up tonight.”
Yeah, this is fucked ten times to Saturday.
Instead of answering, I shake my head and walk away, feeling his eyes boring into my back. I make my way toward our table. Instantly, Blaine’s eyes meet mine and his jaw clenches realizing something is wrong. I freeze as I sit down, realizing someone was about to join us. Someone that looks suspiciously … odd to say the least. And here I didn’t think today could get any worse.
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Sloane
As I return to the table and take my seat, I try to concentrate on my mimosa, deep in thought about what just happened with Casper Van Der Beck. This is fucked up however I look at it: I mean, sure, go ahead, release the fucking video of me being fucked by Royce against a wall, who cares? The guys all know that I’ve been with all of them by now and it’s not like I have any friends left or my family has ever shown much concern about me anyway.
Ok, maybe I’m being unjust and with Pierce gone, I could reach out to them but really my parents have always been distant at best while I was growing up. If anyone could care about me, that would be Sasha but she doesn’t even know any of the guys, so Royce or Blaine or any of them doesn’t really matter. What would really phase her is just the fact that there’s a sex tape of me.
I don’t think that the asshole would have any gain from releasing it anyway, so I’m more than willing to call his bluff. Unless … unless the guys need an excuse to look in his room, in which case, I’d have a perfect way in, but we’d have to find a way for me to be able to get away, because there’s no way I’m having sex with Alicia’s future husband.