Arranged love

EMILEE

“What do you think they’re talking about?” I ask, biting on my nails as I stare at the door. Whatever was on that phone, Titan did not like.

“Who cares?” Jasmine answers, gawking at Avery and Tristan. They’ve vacated the couch and now stand over by the floor-to-ceiling windows talking to Luca. Avery stands with his arms crossed over his chest while Tristan leans his shoulder onto the window with his hands in the front pockets of his black slacks. The fabric pulling across his bubble ass. Even I can’t deny that they are both hot. Chiseled jawlines. Blue eyes and dark hair. They could almost pass as twins. But I heard Titan talking about them earlier. I know that Avery is the oldest, and he has facial hair where Tristan is clean shaven.

They wear expensive suits and Rolex watches. They look like pretty boys. They remind me of the boys in college who drove Teslas and spent Daddy’s money on vacations to the Hamptons and weekends in Paris. But something tells me that’s not what they do or how they make their income. They may be nice to look at, but they have this air about them that screams dangerous.

Maybe mafia like Luca? That could be the connection, but Bones was the one who said he knew them.

I can’t figure it out.

Jasmine is sitting beside me drooling thinking about being the center of a Decker sandwich. And even Haven looks a little interested. “Calm down, bitches. You’re panting like you’re in heat.”

“What? I can look.” Haven shrugs.

“I can fucking play. I’m single,” Jasmine states.

“What do you think they do for a living?” I ask softly.

“I imagine they both run a sex club. And I’m their newest toy.” Jasmine all but moans her answer.

I roll my eyes.

“I think they work on Wall Street. If not, definitely finance,” Haven answers.

I snort.

“No fucking way,” Jasmine protests. “Those two gorgeous faces are not wasted by sitting behind a desk on the phone all day. No. They work with their hands.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Yeah, but what do they do with them?” I add.

“Smear chocolate all over me,” Jasmine replies.

Haven and I burst out laughing. God, the girl really is a sex addict, and she needs rehab.

My eyes go to Nite. He stands beside them as well. He never says a word, but Tristan is talking to him. Nite just nods and shakes his head. It’s like Tristan knows he’s a mute and is only asking questions that require a yes or no answer.

A phone rings and Tristan pulls his out of his pocket. Straightening his stance, he holds up a finger to the guys and walks away from the window to take the call. “Hey, babe?” he answers, before walking into a bedroom off the living room.

“They’re both probably taken.” Jasmine throws her hands up, leaning back into the couch.

“Maybe his girl is into lesbian love,” Haven suggests, and I snicker. “I mean, we all know you are.”

“Bitch,” Jasmine teases before throwing a pillow from the couch into her face. “We should have never told you.”

Haven is laughing. “I’m just jealous I haven’t received that kind of attention from you.” She throws it back in Jasmine’s face, and Jasmine tosses it to the floor.

The door to the suite opens, and I jump to my feet. “Hey.” Titan’s eyes find mine, and he looks mad. Bones runs a tatted hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing,” Titan growls. “But our plans have changed.”

“To what?” Luca asks just as Tristan exits the bedroom, pocketing his phone.

“The girls aren’t going tonight.”

“What?” Jasmine jumps up from the couch. “I wanna see all the sex.”

“Why not?” Haven asks.

Titan looks at me. “Because we no longer need you there.”

“But-”

“You’re not going, Emilee,” he snaps, interrupting me. “You girls will stay behind at the hotel tonight. The guys and I will go and find him on our own.”

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“This is bullshit!” Haven sighs from the couch. She’s lying upside down with her head hanging off the cushion and her legs dangling over the back.

We’re all on our third margarita. The sun set hours ago, and we’ve closed the curtains to the outside world.

“Luca wouldn’t even tell me what the hell was going on,” she adds.

After Titan and Bones entered the hotel suite in a pissy mood, the guys had a meeting. And after that, things were weird. Titan didn’t have much to say to me other than don’t wait up for him as they left the suite.

“What if we go out anyway?” I offer.

“I’m down for that,” Jasmine says, hopping off the kitchen counter that she’s been perched on eating flaming hot Funyuns.

“It’s only eleven o’clock. We can be ready and at the club by one.” I’m not sure where exactly the club is located or what New York traffic is like, but I think we could make it there by then.

“I’m in.” Haven rolls off the couch and onto the floor.

“You do know that the guys will be mad at you for going out, right?” Jasmine asks.

I wave her off. “I’ll deal with Titan later.”

“Where should we go?” I ask. Kink is out of the question since we don’t have memberships. I guess Tristan has connections, and he’s taking the Kings, Luca, and Nite to show them around as potential members. If Titan comes back saying he signed an NDA and paid fifty grand, I won’t get mad. I’m a Queen, for fuck’s sake. But since we didn’t go with the guys, we can’t get access.

“You know what is in New York, don’t you?” Haven asks.

Jasmine and I exchange a look and then shake our heads. “What?” I ask.

“Seven Deadly Sins. They opened one up a couple of years back.”

“Oh, yeah.” I nod. “I remember Josh mentioning it a few times. Jet runs the New York location.”

Haven is on her phone scrolling when she holds it out to Jasmine and me. “And look who is in town for the weekend working.”

“It’s Josh,” I say, taking the phone from her. She had pulled up his Facebook page. She became friends with him back when she visited me in Chicago. I never get on it anymore.

It’s a picture of him standing behind a bar making a drink. He’s looking up at the camera. He’s got his bleach-blond tips standing straight up. A barbell in his right brow and he’s licking his upper lip. The status says let me serve you.

“Fuck!” Jasmine takes the phone from me. “He’s hot as fuck. I’ll take one for the team.”

Haven and I laugh. “We don’t need you to sleep with him,” I say.