Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
She drops her eyes to the comforter and sighs heavily. I open my mouth to speak, but her words make me pause. “Did you sleep with her?”
“Why the fuck would I sleep with her?” I growl, angry with my wife. Not only for asking that dumbass question but also for lying to me. She’s trying to deflect.
Her eyes narrow on mine. “You’ve done it before.”
“Yes, but …” I pause when I realize what she means. I may be pissed at Lake, but I’m not going to let her think I’ve had an affair. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I made you my wife.” I won’t tell her right now, but she’s the only woman I’ll ever need.
“She-“
“She fucking lied to you.” I interrupt her. “I watched her on the camera, and she hid out in the locker room while you waited on her tables.”
Letting out a long breath, she looks away from me. I get back to our previous conversation.
“But before she left my office last night, she informed me that you spoke to your brother at the house of Lords party.”
She looks away from me, her jaw sharpening.
“Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday when you told me about the phone?”
“Because it didn’t matter,” she answers tightly.
“Everything matters when it comes to you,” I say honestly. It always has. She just doesn’t know that. But why would she? I’ve never made her feel that way.
Her eyes meet mine, and I can’t tell if she’s mad or disgusted with my words. Usually, I can read my wife pretty easily. But she’s getting better at hiding from me.
“It was in the bathroom, wasn’t it? Where you spoke to him?”
Her eyes drop to the bed. “Yes.”
“That’s why you were so mad me at the party,” I growl, and she hangs her head. She had gone to the bathroom in a good mood and then came back to the table with a new drink and barely spoke to me the rest of the night. Until we were in the bathtub together and I demanded to know what her problem was. “What did he say to you?”
“He stormed into the bathroom, demanding to know what I was doing.” I frown. “I told him I didn’t know what he meant. He said he had seen the hotel room.” She swallows. “I argued that I didn’t have a choice. He asked if you held a gun to my head. Or a knife to my throat. When I said no to both, he then asked me if you tied me down and raped me.” Her voice is soft, barely over a whisper. “When I said no, he asked if I had learned anything from Whitney. That even though she loved you, she knew nothing would come from it. I said it wasn’t like he tried to stop the wedding, and he said he did what he had to do. I said the same thing. He then argued that I didn’t have to come on your cock.” Her eyes meet mine, and her cheeks flush.
I just stare at her, unblinking, but my blood is boiling. If he knows she came that day after our wedding, then they had cameras in the hotel room. He said he saw the room; he wouldn’t have known she got off just by seeing the blood on the bed. I don’t think she’s put that together yet. But why the fuck would her father want cameras in there to watch her and Luke fuck? He was already going to see that she had, in fact, remained a virgin for Luke after they checked out the next morning.
“Anyway.” She drops her eyes once more when I don’t say anything, and goes on, “He said that I was acting like the slut you were turning me into, hanging all over you in front of everyone. That you don’t love me or give a fuck about what happens to me.” She shrugs. “As if I ever thought anything different.”
“Lake-“
Her eyes snap up to mine, and she gasps.
“What?” I ask, sitting down on the side of the bed.
“He also told me that our dad had a plan, and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.” She nibbles on her bottom lip nervously. “Do you think that had to do with the phone he gave me?” I don’t answer because I honestly don’t fucking know what he could have planned. “I swear I never used it. Just saw those pictures and that was it. I never texted or called anyone on it,” she rushes out.
“Lake.” I cup her face.
Her bottom lip starts to tremble. “I promise.”
“Calm down,” I tell her. “I believe you.”
She lets out a shaky breath and nods softly. Her pretty eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Come here.” I let go of her face and pull her into my lap. She curls up and wraps her arms around my neck. I wrap mine around her small body and hold her tightly to mine.
I wish she would have come to me, but I understand why she felt she couldn’t. She’s never felt safe with me. Running my hands down her bare back, I feel her small body start to shake, and I hold her tighter. Hoping that she realizes just how much she means to me. That all she needs is me. “Lake-“
My cell phone ringing interrupts me and she pulls away, lying down under the covers while I stand and remove my cell from my pocket. “Yeah?” I snap when I see it’s Colton.
“We’ve got something. On our way over.”
I hang up, not even bothering with a goodbye, and run a hand down my face, letting out a long breath. “The guys…”
“Go,” she mumbles, sniffing.
Sitting down on the edge, I reach out and gently brush hair off her face. “I won’t be long,” I assure her, and she looks up at me through her dark lashes. Leaning down, I give her a kiss on her forehead and then stand. I close the bedroom door and make my way to the front door in time to let them in and then lead them to my study on the second floor.
“This better be good,” I say, falling into my chair. I’m exhausted and want to crawl into bed with my naked wife.
Colton walks over to my desk and drops a folder down on it.
“What is it?” I ask.
“We found something.” Jenks is the one who answers. He picks up the remote and turns on the big screen hanging on the wall and goes to the Blackout footage.
LAIKYN
I pull into the parking lot of Blackout, bringing my car to a screeching halt when I see Tyson’s car parked by the back door.
He’s not supposed to be here.
When he left me in our bed an hour ago with his cum dripping out of my pussy, he kissed me goodbye and said he had to do something with Colton and Jenks and would be home late.
I’m guessing by the way his car is parked, he had to drop by and grab something. My eyes scan over the black Continental GT. It fits him so well-dark and deadly, powerful and expensive.
My eyes drop to the license plate on the back that reads BLAKOUT. Anyone who doesn’t know he owns this club would think that’s what he calls his car. Either way, it fits.
I slouch down in my seat, making sure my lights are off as I hide tucked back in the far corner when I see the back door open, and he steps out. I lick my lips while I take in his black button-up and gray slacks. He’s got the sleeves rolled up to showcase his tan forearms. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. His hair is still messy from my hands pulling on it earlier while his mouth was between my shaking legs. His five o’clock shadow looks darker under the dimly lit parking lot lights.
He holds the door open, and I watch Colton, Jenks, Finn, and Alex all exit. They allow the door to close and stand around Tyson’s car as they have what looks like to be an in-depth conversation. I’ve never asked what they do for him, and after I watched them tie down Collin, I’m guessing it’s whatever the fuck my husband wants.
Servants come to mind. Tyson tries to pretend he owns Blackout for the fun of it, but I see the way he runs the place. This is his palace. His home.
Tyson’s not the kind of guy who wants you to think he rules the world. No, he’s the type of man who doesn’t give a fuck who does. He’s not afraid to go toe-to-toe with anyone. And I’ll bet on him every time.
He nods his head a few times, and I watch Alex and Jenks turn back around. Alex places his wrist under a keypad, and the door pops open. They enter, and I watch my husband fall into the driver’s seat, start up his car, and drive off as Colton and Jenks go to a black Escalade.
I turn on my lights and find a parking spot as close to the back entrance as I can and head inside.
“Hey,” I say to Beau over the thundering bass.
He turns to look at me. “Oh, thank god, Lake. We could use the help.”
I figured. I’m going insane being locked up in the house. At least here at the apartment, I had the club downstairs. I don’t want to just sit around the house waiting for my husband to come home. I can help him out here.
Beau turns and picks up his cell from underneath the bar and types out a message, then nods to me. “When will you be ready?”
Smiling, I remove my jacket, and he grins back at me when he sees I’m dressed and ready to go.