“You know he’s not interested, right?” Blake taunted, trying to sound unconcerned but he didn’t fool Beau. “He’s got his man and that’s all he needs.”
Thankfully, Blake turned away because Beau felt his face heat, the anger building, searching for an outlet and he damn sure didn’t want Blake to see the effect his statement had on him. Not that this was the time or place for him to lose his composure anyway. Reining in every ounce of his control, Beau kept himself in check, refusing to make a fool out of himself in front of his friends.
Despite his best effort, the words slipped out anyway.
“If you’re all he needs, why’s he hiding from you?” Beau asked, keeping his voice low.
Blake’s head jerked toward him, his eyes narrowed into slits. So, obviously Blake hadn’t expected Beau to say anything.
Blake took two steps closer, trying to get up in Beau’s face, but their height difference made it almost impossible. Beau made Blake look like a little boy who hadn’t reached puberty yet. Taking a deep breath, he demanded his nerves to settle. He could handle this.
“If you know what’s best –” Blake began, but Beau cut him off by leaning right down into his face.
“Listen here you little piece of shit. Lay off me. Understand? You’re damn lucky I haven’t told Ethan what a fuck up you really are.”
“Fuck you, Bennett,” Blake growled.
Beau lowered his voice, making sure not to be heard by anyone else around them. The lethal tone was unavoidable though. “Not in this lifetime. And I suggest you get Ethan out of your system soon because the guy’s gonna kick your ass to the curb soon enough. And I’m gonna be waiting. At that point, if you want to chat about whose balls are bigger, you find me.”
Blake took an apprehensive step back, his eyebrows shooting skyward. He must’ve understood the threat.
“Well, tonight he’s mine. So why don’t you take a seat over there and watch the show.”
“No can do,” Beau said, forcing himself to sound uninterested. “I only like to watch when there’s satisfaction to be found by everyone involved. But, you go find him and don’t try to think about who Ethan’s actually thinking about when he’s fucking you.”
With that Beau turned and walked away. After all, he had no intention of letting Blake hear the way his heart was pounding like a bass drum in his chest. Never mind the fact that he was lying.
He fully intended to watch Ethan tonight. And if Ethan chose to fuck that asshole right there in front of anyone, Beau would make sure Ethan wished it were him he was with.
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Sawyer
Walking up to Greyson who was probably two seconds away from penetrating the girl he was with, Sawyer tapped his buddy on the shoulder. “Let’s take it into the club.”
Greyson nodded, releasing his hold on the chick he was with. To Sawyer’s surprise, the girl didn’t even bother to right her clothes as she followed close behind, still attempting to climb Greyson’s body as they walked.
For some reason, Sawyer liked her all the more because of it. After all, that’s just what he was in search of tonight. Mindless sex.
“What’s this place?” Andrea asked from beside him.
“A club,” he offered, not wanting to waste any time talking tonight.
Opening the door to Covet, the club that would soon open to the public and rock their fucking socks off, Sawyer took a step back and allowed the three of them to precede him inside. The club was near completion, with the exception of getting the main bar installed, as well as the various runway platforms that would be interspersed throughout. So, progress was certainly being made, and Sawyer found he couldn’t wait to introduce his baby to the world.
Releasing Andrea’s arm, Sawyer excused himself to go turn on the lights. Might as well set the mood. While he was at the control panel, he grabbed a bottle of Grey Goose that he’d stashed before everyone arrived. At the rate his night was going, he figured getting blind drunk wasn’t going to hurt.
Well, maybe in the morning, but at least not tonight. And that’s all that mattered.
And he was already halfway there, how about that.
“Hey, baby,” Andrea crooned when he rejoined the three of them.
Rather than respond, Sawyer grinned, sending her exactly the message he wanted her to receive. Sawyer wasn’t here tonight to get to know this girl. In fact, he wasn’t much for chit chat of any kind tonight.
But, he was all for having some fun.
Taking a swig from the bottle, Sawyer motioned for Andrea to join him as he sat in one of the chairs beside Greyson. As it turned out, the woman that Greyson had picked up earlier in the day was a bit more promiscuous than her friend seemed to be. Not that Andrea appeared to be any sort of saint because, at the moment, she had taken it upon herself to kneel in front of him where he sat.