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)
“Lake, is this true? You’ve never seen her?” Collin asks, his eyes are now hard on mine. As if he knows the truth.
I lick my lips nervously and nod once. “Yeah. I’ve never seen her.” The lie burns my mouth as much as Tyson’s belt stung my ass.
“I think—”
“My wife and I have answered your questions. You may leave now.” Tyson interrupts the other cop.
Collin’s eyes drop to my left hand, and they widen when they see my ring. I feel like Tyson said that on purpose. Once again, making it known that I’m his. Another pissing contest. Why can he do that, but I can’t? It’s a two-way street. I mean, he hasn’t openly flirted with other women in front of me, but he also didn’t deny fucking other women last night when I confronted him.
“Here’s my card if you hear anything.” The cop holds one out to Tyson, but he shoves his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks.
I take it. “Thank you, and we will.” Dropping my eyes to it, I avoid Collin’s stare. Instead, I watch their black shoes turn and hear Tyson lead them out the front exit. I don’t look up until I hear him locking the door.
He comes over to me, yanks the card from my hand, and rips it to pieces before shoving them into his pocket.
“Why did you lie to them?” I demand.
“Blackout doesn’t cooperate with cops. Never have, never will.”
So he did know she was here? “You made me lie.” I fist my hands.
He turns to face me. “You chose to lie.”
Like he gave me a choice. “I was about to tell them that I saw her here last night when you interrupted me. Not letting me.”
“I’ll look into it,” he says.
“You’re not a cop,” I snap.
“Speaking of cops. How did Collin know you?”
I cross my arms over my chest, refusing to answer. He smirks, at my silence and my thighs tighten in anticipation as to what he’s thinking.
Reaching down to his slacks, he slowly undoes his belt, and my heart starts to hammer in my chest. “I dated him.” I rush out, and his hands stop. No matter how turned on it made me last night, I can’t take another right now. It’s still too sensitive.
“Dated him?” he repeats slowly.
Nodding, I add, “Back when you were with Whitney.” He stiffens at the mention of my sister’s name, but he wanted to know.
Stepping into me, he reaches up, running his thumb over my lips and I hold my breath at the action. “What did you two do?” he asks, and I know exactly what he’s referring to.
He knows he was my first when it came to sex. But there are other things I could have done. He’s never asked about my past experiences until now. For some reason, he seems to care. “He kissed me,” I say softly.
“On the mouth?”
I nod.
“Anywhere else?” His thumb pulls down my bottom lip, and I breathe heavily.
“No,” I answer, my voice shaking.
He seems satisfied with that and turns, walking away.
“What happened to her?” I ask, wanting to know.
He stops, turns back to face me, and says, “She’s missing.” Then he gives me his back once again and walks behind the bar.
He’s lying. I can tell. The question is why?
TYSON
How did I not know that she and Collin dated? I mean, I never paid that much attention to her life when I was with Whitney, but I feel like I should have known this. All the research I did on her over the past three years should have told me they were together at some point. I needed to know what I was getting into with her. An ex-boyfriend never popped up.
There are two problems with this new information. One, I don’t like the fact that they have any kind of past. Two, I don’t like that he knows she’s here at Blackout.
I made it very clear that she belongs to me. But if he knows she works here, he could start appearing just to see her. And the fact that she’s barely dressed while working makes that thought worse.
“You are not allowed to speak to him,” I inform her as she walks past the bar.
Stopping, she turns to face me, hands on her hips, and she lets out a huff. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I’m not repeating myself.
“Jesus, Tyson. We didn’t fuck.” She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t give a fuck what you did and didn’t do with him.” Her cheeks flush at my words, even if they were a lie. If he had slept with her, he’d be dead. “He’s a cop. And I don’t want him trying to get any information from you.”
“Like what?”
“Lake,” I growl.
“You going to kill him?” She gives a rough laugh.
“If need be.”
Her laughter stops, and her lips thin. “Don’t be stupid, Tyson. You just said so yourself, he’s a cop.”