Page 131 of His Ruin
“I need to take this.”
“Of course you do,dearest.” I take another bite of my pasta and chew.
My fiancé shakes his head before lifting the device to his ear and shuffling to the main entrance of the establishment to take his call in private. I sit back contentedly, enjoying my pasta in the silence.
Until the chair across from me scrapes against the floor, and my eyes widen at the table.
“How’s the Alfredo?” Kaden asks casually, settling in as he cuts a large portion of Dylan’s Filet Mignon and shoves it past his lips.
My fork freezes halfway to my mouth as I blink. “How did you find me?”
He’s dressed ruggedly with his thick black jacket and his worn dark jeans. He’s out of place in this high-end restaurant with his hair tousled and tattoos on display.
He chews thoughtfully. “Hmm. Medium rare. A little boring. Predictable.” He reaches for Dylan’s scotch next, knocking it back.
I blink slowly, my brain booting up. “What are you doing?”
Kaden glances up at me as he cuts another chunk of steak. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m having dinner with my favorite girl.”
The snort leaves me before I can stop it. I slap a manicured hand over my lips, glancing around. “You can’t be here—”
“Let me ask you this, little sister,” he says ominously, a darkness falling over his eyes as he peers up through his lashes. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?”
My laughter dies as I lower my hands to my lap. “I’m sorry,” I say carefully. “Did you just ask if I forgot who Ibelongto?”
He points his fork at me. “So you did hear me? Wonderful.”
He sits back, looking sinful with the dulled lighting and swelling orchestra. He shouldn’t be this hot. Especially when he’s testing my patience.
“I’m not a pair of misplaced car keys, Kaden.” I bite before sipping my wine.
“No, you’re not.” He agrees as he leans forward slowly and rests his elbows on the table. All of the air is sucked out of the atmosphere around us, charging our table with something much more electric. “You’re the girl who used to love stealing my hoodies.”
“They were comfortable,” I roll my eyes.
“You’re also the girl who loves getting on her knees for her big brother.”
I choke, slapping a hand over my chest. “Kaden!”
He smirks devilishly. “Ask me the right question.”
“This again?” I groan.
“Come on. You know you want to.” He pushes.
I sigh, hanging my head. “I can’t, Kaden. Dylan…” I want to tell him the truth, but I can’t get the words out. Kaden shouldn’t be my safety net. He’s hurt me before.
“Dylan,what?“ He asks slowly, his jaw grinding. “Did he hurt you?”
I hold my hands up. “No! No, he didn’t hurt me.”
“Then what happened? I know he made you leave early.”
My head swivels to the front doors as they open. Dylan glides in, stopping to talk to someone he recognizes before I return to my brother. “You can’t be here when he gets back.”
Kaden tilts his head, his eyes raking over me slowly. “Fuck the food. You look good enough to eat. How would Dylan feel if he showed back up to see his blushing bride having her pussy devoured under the table?”
“Kaden!” I hiss.
