Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Make it public.
But with Laikyn, I don’t want them to see what I do to her behind closed doors. The fact that no other man has ever been allowed to do what I do to her just makes me that much more protective of what’s mine.
“Do you have anything to tell me?” I ask her. Getting to my feet, I walk over to stand in front of her.
She looks up at me, her brown eyes widening in fear before she licks her lips and shakes her head softly. “No, sir.”
Sir? I almost snort at the change in her tone. “I won’t ask again,” I tell her.
Her arms drop off the back of the couch, and she leans forward, running her hands through her hair, all of a sudden on edge.
I don’t want to ask her about the phone directly. I want to see what information she’ll give up first. There might be other things she knows.
“Bethany,” I bark, and she flinches.
“I didn’t have a choice,” she rushes out.
“A choice to what?”
She stands too, and I take a step back, putting some space between us. “Mr. Minson came to me and told me he needed to talk to Lake. What was I supposed to say? No?” She shakes her head.
“You could have come to me,” I grind out. “Told me. Instead, you helped him get into this club. My club!”
“He threatened me.”
I snort. “With what?” I hold up my hand, stopping whatever bullshit she was about to say. “It doesn’t matter. You’re fired. Clean out your locker and get the fuck out of my club.”
“Tyson.” Her hands grip my shirt. “Please, you don’t understand…”
“I understand that I can’t trust you. And that’s enough. Get the fuck out, Beth.”
“Tyson?” She grabs my arm, pulling on it, and I yank it out of her hold. The force makes her trip forward, her body running into mine. “Please?” She begins to cry.
She knows me well enough to know that I don’t give a fuck about her tears. She was one of Whitney’s friends. They were both chosens at the same time. They weren’t extremely close but hung out often at the house of Lords. Whitney would have never let her parents know she was friends with Bethany because they would not have approved. So the fact that her father is using her makes me more than worried.
“How did he know he could come to you?” I question, pushing her to sit back on the couch. If she doesn’t want to leave, then I’ll get as much information out of her as I can. “What did you do that he thought you would cross me?”
She sniffs, dropping her head to look at her hands in her lap. “He found my number in Whitney’s phone after she passed.”
“And?” I ask tightly.
Wiping her tear-streaked cheeks, she whispers, “I slept with him.”
“Of course, you did.”
She glares up at me through her watery eyes. “It was years ago. I went over to her parents’ one night to see Whitney, but she was out with Laikyn and their mother. I was drunk, and we had sex. He said if I didn’t help him, he would show the video of us to everyone.”
“You let him record you?” I grind out, but I’m not surprised. Guys like Frank Minson always make sure they have some kind of leverage against you.
“I didn’t know he had cameras in his room,” she growls.
“What else has he had you do?” I ask, walking back behind my desk and sitting down for some more space. I push my keyboard to light up my computer and see my wife is still napping in our bed. I shut down the screen and look at Bethany expectantly.
“He had me follow her. He said he knew that you’d be at your house before the house of Lords party. So I waited outside and took pictures. Then I was at the party with…” She trails off, lowering her eyes to her hands in her lap.
“Who the fuck were you there with?” She has not married a Lord yet. I’m not even sure she ever will. Not all chosens become Ladies. Just like not all Ladies were once chosens.
“Miller,” she responds softly.
I’m unable to hold my chuckle in at that.
Her brown eyes narrow on me. “Did your wife tell you that her brother spoke to her while there at the party?” I stiffen, and then she’s the one laughing. “Didn’t think so.” Standing, she brushes off her leotard as if it’s dirty from our conversation, then she walks to the door.
“Bethany?” I call out.
She stops and turns around to face me with a smug smile on her face. I remove the cell phone from my pocket, and I lay it on my desk. Her face instantly falls when she sees it. I broke the lock off her locker when I got here earlier and found it. “Tell him you lost it.”