Her eyes shifted side to side, hesitating and looking displeased. I didn’t know if she was really disappointed or just offended.
I really didn’t care. I’d already paid her, after all.
She finally turned, hurrying for wherever she’d dropped her clothes, and I heard rustling as she got dressed.
Looking back down, I saw Rika pour paint into a tray and then dip in a roller, soaking it in red.
My favorite color.
It was brave and confident but also aggressive and violent. Not sure why I favored it, but I always had.
The elevator bell dinged again, and I stood up straight, steeling my back as I heard deep voices enter the penthouse.
Turning around, I saw the girl, Alex, slip on her last shoe and grab her clutch purse before hustling in the direction of the elevators.
But regardless of whether or not she was dressed, she wouldn’t go unnoticed.
Damon, Will, and Kai emerged from around the corner, dressed in similar black suits, having just been out themselves, smiling over a shared joke.
Alex stepped quickly, trying to scurry past, but Damon caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” he teased, tightening his hold against her fake struggles. “Did Michael use his full hour already?”
Will laughed, shaking his head as he and Kai kept walking, making their way into the apartment.
Damon walked her backward, into the living room again, one of his hands squeezing her ass.
I leaned over to the chair, picking up the lounge pants I’d thrown there this morning. Slipping my legs in, I pulled them up and then whipped off the towel, tossing it on the floor.
“Just leave her alone,” I told him.
But his dark eyes, nearly black, drifted up to me, a challenge lurking there that I was getting fucking tired of seeing.
His lips curled in a smile as he reached into his pocket, taking out a roll of bills.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her cheek, holding up the money.
She turned her head, eyeing me, probably wondering what the protocol was. Was she supposed to indulge an opportunity while another was still in the room?
I didn’t care what she did. She was available, and when it came right down to it, it was her business, not her pleasure. I’d simply needed someone on my arm tonight for a private party, and Will knew her well enough to know she was discreet and hassle-free.
I was just sick of Damon’s antics.
But she turned back to him and slowly took the money.
And he didn’t hesitate. Yanking the top of her dress down to her waist, he picked her up and guided her legs around his waist.
“I lied,” he said, baring his teeth next to her ear. “I’m never gentle.”
He dived for her, covering her mouth with his as he carried her down the hall, disappearing into a spare bedroom.
I exhaled a hard breath through my nose, aggravated with the constant tug of war with him. It never used to be like that.
My friends and I all butted heads over the course of our friendship. Of course. We had our own temperaments, vices, and senses of right and wrong.
But those differences strengthened us back then. As individuals we had weaknesses, but as the Horsemen we were invincible. We each brought something different to the table, and where one lacked, the others stepped in. We were a unit, on and off the court.
I wasn’t so sure that was true anymore. Things had changed.