Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Ashower and some food helped me sober up. Thankfully, Mario and Gregor hadn’t returned, but neither had Xavier. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed to be honest. Everything is still incredibly awkward between us, but not having the pressure of Mario’s looming presence was a blessing.
Dinner was an awkward affair with Tristan, Colton, Vienna, Stacey, and me.
Penny pleaded a headache and disappeared, and I desperately wanted to follow her.
Stacey didn’t even try to hide her animosity.
She glared daggers, sharp and venomous, at Vienna and me while simultaneously turning all sweet and loving with Tristan.
Small touches and overly loud, forced laughter became the soundtrack for dinner as she pressed close, trying to stake her claim on him.
He fended her off with subtle evasions, prying her clinging hands from his body like he was trying to untangle an octopus.
Once he removed one, it was quickly replaced by another body part. It was painful to watch.
Colton observed the spectacle with infuriating amusement, glancing between all of us like he was just waiting for one of us to snap, but Vienna and I kept our shit together, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of rising to the bait.
I knew she was trying to get a reaction out of us, but I couldn’t care less.
I knew whose name he was muttering earlier, and the only thing I felt was residual guilt.
How could I fuck him when everything is still so up in the air?
Hell, I haven’t even fucked the man I’m legally married to now.
Instead, at the first hint of inebriation, I let go of all of my worries and concerns and tripped and fell on the first rock-hard cock to be waved in my direction.
All of those thoughts were running around in my mind, so Stacey’s carefully planned revenge was of little consequence.
I’d like to think Sage would be so disappointed in me, but if I’m honest, he probably wouldn’t be. He would be cheering me on, but I miss him like crazy, so that guilt is even heavier. I have no clue how Xavier is going to react when he finds out. I’m kind of glad he didn’t come home.
I’m tired and stressed and loaded with guilt when I finally leave the table.
I’m going to sneak out tonight to touch base with Mickey, and I want to get a few hours of sleep before that happens.
I’m too tired to climb the stairs, and the elevator doors are closing behind me when a hand slides between them, stopping them, and they spring open.
Colton steps in and leans against a wall as they close again, and it starts moving.
“Long day?” he asks casually, but when I meet his gaze, I see heat and amusement in his eyes.
“The longest,” I reply equally as casual. If he wants to play games, then so can I.
“Not waiting for X to get home?”
“Why would I?” I mutter “I’m not his boss. He can do what he wants.”
He steps away from the wall and into my space.
I stumble back a little, not expecting him to move.
He crowds into me until my back is against the wall before reaching up and pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear.
My heart races, and I feel his heat against my body.
He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and a thin shirt and has bare feet.
He’s casual and sexy, and I feel my breath hitch.
“No, you’re his wife now, and that means something,” he murmurs, and I shake my head.
“It means nothing. You heard Mario. I am nothing but a womb for you all to use. That is the extent of my usefulness, according to him,” I spit out, and Colton smirks.
“If you think that’s all you are to any of us, then you’re drinking the Kool-Aid.
I promise, Tori, you are everything,” he says so quietly that I’m certain the camera in here won’t be able to pick it up.
Goosebumps erupt on my bare arms, and I cross them so he can’t see how much his words affect me.
“Now let’s give the cameras a good show. ”
I frown, but before I can respond, he lifts me up, pinning me against the wall of the elevator, and kisses me hard. I’m so shocked, I don’t do anything for a moment before letting out a moan, wrapping my legs around him, and digging my hands into his hair.
His tongue tangles with mine, a messy kiss driven by lust and no small amount of desperation. He pulls away, and my head falls back against the wall as he places nibbling kisses down my neck.
“I installed an app on your phone,” he whispers between kisses as one of his hands slides under my tank top, and he palms my braless breast as he grinds his cock against my core.
I groan as a delicious wave of pressure rockets through me. He continues to talk around kisses and sensual gropes. His hand drifts down from my breast and slides into my leggings, a finger brushing over my clit.
“It would be too suspicious to turn the cameras on a loop every night, so when you need them to turn off, use the app, then turn it back on once you’ve done whatever you don’t want seen.”
I mutter something incomprehensible. I’m not sure if I’m praising Jesus or responding to what he’s saying, since my mind is so fogged with lust, and I can’t quite get a grip on my thoughts.
He chuckles but removes his hand from my pants and lowers me to the floor. I blink and shake my head, completely disoriented from everything he just did to me, but I realize the door is open and probably has been for a while.
“Have a good night.” He winks at me and backs out of the elevator with a grin.
“What the hell?” I yell at him, as he spins and moves down the corridor in the direction of his room.
“That’s for leaving me out of this afternoon’s fun,” he calls over his shoulder. “Sleep well.” I hear his laughter drift down the corridor, and I growl and stomp my foot.
“You suck!” I yell childishly, and he turns and winks.
“You have no idea.” He disappears into his room, and now I have visions of him doing all kinds of sucking, but then I finally come to my senses.
“Bad Tori,” I mutter as I hurry toward my own room. “When did you become a slave to your pussy? Get your shit together.”
I brush my teeth and climb into bed, but the ache he stirred remains.
I clench my thighs together to ease it, but it doesn’t work.
I turn my head and look at my bedside table.
Sage put some fun toys in there for us to use together, but we hadn’t really gotten around to it.
I could use one and take care of my ache, but the thought of using them without him makes me sad, and the burn fades.
Sighing, I set the alarm on my phone, taking note of the new app Colton mentioned before rolling over and getting a few needed hours of rest.
When my alarm goes off, I reach out and turn it off before rolling onto my back to check if it woke Xavier, but to my surprise, he isn’t in bed next to me.
I look at the illuminated screen to check the time.
It’s one, exactly like I planned. I wonder what he could be doing that is keeping him out so late.
I bite my lip, considering my options. If I leave now and he returns before I do, he’s going to know.
That wasn’t my plan. I was going to make him a nightcap and lace it with some sleeping pills so he wouldn’t be disturbed when I snuck out, but that’s out of the question now.
I’m just going to have to take the chance and hope he truly is on my side and won’t out me to Mario.
I press the button on the app which will loop the cameras, and then I climb out of bed.
I dress myself in black leather pants and a black long-sleeved top.
In my closet, I program the number into my safe and pull out my gun.
Mario was an idiot if he thought he had taken my only one.
I pull on a shoulder holster and stick it in there, and then I shove a couple of knives into the built-in pockets of my pants.
I tug on a pair of heavy-duty combat boots and tuck my hair into a beanie.
I am completely covered except my hands and face.
I grab a pair of gloves and shove them in the pocket of my jacket, which I pull on over my gear.
Zipping it up, I move out of the closet, leaving my phone on the bedside table.
I don’t need anyone tracking me tonight.
I creep toward the library, but a muffled sound has me freezing and turning my head.
The door to Tristan’s room is open a crack, and I can hear a muffled groan coming from it.
A wave of anger and jealousy washes over me, and I reach for one of my knives, sliding it out of the pocket and palming it in my hand as I creep closer.
If that asshole fucked me this afternoon then caved to Stacey’s advances this evening, I am going to cut off his balls and use them as a keychain.
As I get closer, however, I can hear clearer.
“God, Tris, you take my cock so well. Your ass feels so tight.” I hear Xavier groan, and it occurs to me why he wasn’t in my bed.
He’s in his boyfriend’s bed. There’s a slapping sound as palm hits flesh.
“I wonder if it’s as tight as my wife’s pussy felt,” he growls, and Tristan whimpers.
“I’m sorry I fucked your wife.”
“You should be. I wanted us to fuck her together. You didn’t wait. You were a bad boy, and you will be punished.”
Holy fuck. I desperately want to open the door a little wider so I can watch, but I don’t want them to know I’m leaving.
“It was Vienna’s fault,” Tristan cries out as I hear the sound of another smack.