Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
That knowledge had definitely eased Breck’s anxiety and was the reason he wasn’t currently losing his mind. Evidently, Dom District took its What-Happens-In-Vegas-Stays-In-Vegas protocol very seriously. According to Kai, to even get inside, each patron had to sign an actual privacy agreement. The only reason Breck hadn’t was because Kai held clout. The owners respected him and trusted his judgment completely.
All said and done, Breck had felt mostly reassured. Thing was, now he was bugging about something else. Kai, and where Breck presently stood with him. No words had been spoken on their drive home last night. Kai had seemed utterly and entirely lost in thought. And not good thoughts, if his expression had been any indication. The rigid set of his jaw. The tightness of his shoulders as he’d maneuvered the steering wheel. With a resigned-looking frown, he’d gone totally distant. As if their walls of old had suddenly been thrown back into place.
Something that, at the time, Breck hadn’t dwelled on. He’d been too pissed off and freaked the fuck out. Had way bigger problems to contend with. Like how to salvage his future.
Now though, he believed he’d dodged the bullet. And all that anger had mostly faded away. He knew Kai hadn’t meant for that shit to happen. He’d been taken off guard just as badly as Breck. And yet, he’d still handled the situation with composure and rationality.
Which Breck should thank him for.
But literally couldn’t.
Because Kai was at The District working over another man. Binding him, touching his body. Both physically and psychologically ramping him up.
Breck cursed and rubbed the top of his head, his insides twisting into restless knots. He could have gone with him, but he hadn’t. He’d been too frazzled. What’s more, in his fury last night, he’d all but told Kai to take his invite and shove it up his ass. Not that Kai had re-extended said invite. In truth, he’d seemed downright impatient for Breck to vacate his apartment.
Breck balled his fists at his sides, wary at what that implied, as a new set of teams commandeered the beer pong table. Was Kai pissed at him? Turned off by his behavior? And in return, had he resolved to have some fun tonight with his model instead? Hoping it’d get Breck—and last night’s shitshow—solidly out of his brain?
The mere notion made Breck anxious as hell.
Ugh! Just what I need. Another source of stress.
Scowling, he headed into the living room—only to mutter out another oath. At this late hour, after so much imbibing, the inhibition threshold had plummeted to virtually zero. Everywhere he looked, couples kissed and groped, reminding him of what he was missing, of what he’d bowed out of tonight with Kai.
Heart thumping, he peered around the room. One guy had his girl pressed against the wall, her leg hooked around his hip, his hand completely inside her shirt. Another chick was straddling her stud on the sectional couch, ass grinding back and forth over that bulge in his pants. On the opposite end, one of Breck’s very own frat brothers had his prize flat on her back, tongues tangoing as his jean-clad hips rocked between her thighs.
Sighing, Breck headed for the door. He needed some air. And some quality solitude.
Trudging onto the porch, he sagged in relief. No one around. Evidently, those taking a piss or having a smoke were all doing so around back.
Thunder rolled in the distance, mixing with the music pulsing from inside the house. Breck frowned up at the starless sky, then pulled out his phone and eyed its screen again. Five after one. It’d only been a couple of minutes. Although, why he kept checking the time, he didn’t really know.
Pfft. Yes, he did.
He was trying to gauge if Kai was home from the show.
Because a part of him was halfway considering heading back to his apartment.
He shifted his weight, thinking about the last time he’d gone to Kai’s in the middle of the night. He’d been wasted and totally livid. But this time would be different. He wondered how Kai would receive him. Would the sight of Breck darkening his doorstep make him smile or frown?
Anxious energy coursed through Breck’s body, growing more and more restless over thoughts of Kai with that other man.
Music blared louder as the front door opened. He glanced over his shoulder—and inwardly cursed. Jade. And that glint in her eye looked more determined than ever. Sometimes he hated how alcohol emboldened the opposite gender.
“Hey, Breck,” she chirped, her voice somehow still managing to sound seductive. “Congrats on the win.” Her green eyes flashed. She was fishing for some appreciation.
“Thanks.” Breck smirked. “That luck of yours is a powerful thing.”
She preened, closing the door to stand beside him. Swapping her drink to her other hand, she casually gripped his elbow. Again, Breck cringed at her cold, delicate touch.