Page 62 of The List
Oh great, keg girl.
“Yeah.” Addison smiled and looked across the bar, staring at the guy on the other side.
“Prospects always make the new girls wait longer.” She smiled, though the devilish gleam in her eyes took away from theauthenticity. She waved her hand, spreading the ashes from her cigarette all over the top while gaining the bartender’s attention. “Tequilla, no ice.” The prospect nodded and grabbed a glass.
“See?”
Oh yeah, I see.Addison was seconds from ditching the bar to go in search of Cleo. She had to have arrived by now. She turned, putting her face to face with keg girl.
“He fucked you on the couch, right?”
Addison stilled. She wasn’t accustomed to confrontation, especially with women. She’d always considered herself a girls’ girl.
“That’s where he fucks all of us.” She hiked her brow. “And I mean” —she scanned the room slowly— “All of us.”
Addison swallowed the knot in her throat. It didn’t come as a shock that Cross had been with other women. Hundreds, if she had to guess. But it wasn’t what she wanted to be thinking about when he’d been inside of her ten minutes ago. Especially the location.
“Something about that man and his bed. He doesn’t let anyone in it.”
She took a drag of her cigarette and intentionally blew the smoke in Addison’s face, smirking. “I don’t want you to get any ideas that you’re special or something. ’Cause you’re not. You may have been the first he fucked tonight, but” —the gleam in her eyes told Addison everything she needed to know as to how she’d finish— “you won’t be the last.”
This wasn’t Addison’s first experience with embarrassment. There was the time in the second grade when she got on the wrong bus and took a trip through the whole town until she was left as the last kid sitting. Then, in the eighth grade, she asked Ian Smith to the Sadie Hawkins dance, and he said yes only for him to not show up. There were a few tears in the middle school bathroom. The time she fainted in biology during a dissectingassignment wasn’t one of her finer moments. Under heavy anesthesia she professed her love, and even worse lust, for her student doctor. Those were a few she could remember, though she had a much longer list. But this?
It was in a different category. She hadn’t even planned on sleeping with him.He hates me. But less than ten minutes ago, he was inside her. His dismissal was embarrassing enough, but adding this insult to injury teetered on the line of humiliating.
The woman grabbed her drink and walked down the hall, stopping at Cross’s door. She knocked and stepped back adjusting her top, propping up her breasts. Addison should’ve looked away, but she was invested.
You may be the first he fucked tonight, but you won’t be the last.
The other woman’s smile brightened, and she glanced over at Addison, winking before she opened the door and walked inside of Cross’s room.
Addison’s stomach rolled and heat spread through her body. She’d vomited enough times to recognize the warning signs. Fresh air, that’s what she needed. She rushed toward the front door and onto the porch. It was cooler, and she closed her eyes, taking deep, even breaths. Her stomach settled slightly, but beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. She wasn’t out of the woods yet.
There were a few people on the porch, one in particular paying close attention to her. Gent smirked and cocked his brow. He’d totally set her up.Asshole.It was on the tip of her tongue to lash out, but the last thing she wanted was more attention on her. It was best to slither away quietly with her tail between her legs.
She grasped the banister and stumbled a bit.
“You alright, darlin’?”
Addison straightened her back and walked to her car.
I hope your dick rots off, Gent.
****
Cross sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees and his head bowed.
“Fuck!” he muttered.
Inviting her to the clubhouse was an olive branch. He’d had no plans of fucking her.So why the fuck did you?He glanced over at the door. She’d left ten minutes ago, and he was still holed up in his room. Usually, when he brought a woman back to his room, he dismissed them as soon as it was over. Exactly what he’d done with her. Except this time, he secretly wanted her to stay. But he didn’t ask or allude to it. Of course, she fucking left.
The knock on the door had him straightening. He ignored the skip in his heartbeat. She’d come back looking for him.
“Yeah, c’mon in.”
He stood, and his mood instantly shifted when he saw the club whore walk in and close the door.
“Hi.”
