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CHAPTER 013: Let Me Go

CHAPTER 013: Let Me Go

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~~KNOX~~

"What do you expect me to say, Sloane?" I ask.

The club's bass thrums through my veins, a reminder that there's chaos all around us, not just the one I started. Sloane stands in front of me, her eyes burning with fury. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

"The truth," she demands. "Tell me the truth! Was this a game to you? You slept with me to get to your brother?"

I find my eyes drifting toward her lips, lips that are still slightly swollen from our kisses. That lustful need is stirring deep within me again. This wasn't the plan. I came here for a leisurely evening with Hunter, perhaps to plant a seed of doubt about Delilah. But then I saw her in that damn dress, and all rational thought evaporated. I hadn't intended to devour her against the restroom wall or bend her over the countertop. Yet, here we are. And I'm still thinking about it.

I avert my eyes, focusing on the condensation sliding down my drinking glass, the one currently abandoned on my table." The truth is very ambiguous," I reply.

"Is that right? You're such a piece of shit, Knox."

I remain silent, my eyes drifting to Hunter, who watches our exchange with a raised brow and a growing list of unasked questions.

"Stay away from me," she says before turning on her heel and storming toward the exit.

I watch her retreating form, the sway of her hips. Not once does she look back. Not once do I look away.

Hunter rises from his seat, coming to stand beside me. "Do I want to know what just happened?"

“It's a long story, Hunt. But I think I'm obsessed with my brother's best friend.” His brows shoot up. "That's his best friend?"

"Yeah."noveldrama

"She's cute."

"I know."

He nudges me. "You're not going to let the poor girl go home by herself, are you?"

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I'd have to use sheer force to get her into my car. She hates me."

"Hate's a strong word. Besides, didn't you two just have sex in the restroom? At least that's what I gathered from your brother's passionate monologue, which was kind of harsh if you ask me. People living in glass houses throw stones now? He was screwing my girlfriend behind my back, but that's beside the point. Hatred has never stopped you before, Knox. I've seen you bed women who cussed you out and punched you in the face the same night."

"Ah, the good old days. But they didn't really hate me. Sloane does."

I recall the fire in her eyes when she asked if I'd used her to get to Finn. The raw emotion seemed more than mere hatred.

"I don't know, man," Hunter says. "She didn't look like she hated you to me. You can't let her leave like that. This is a strip club. There are some crazy individuals hanging around. She's not safe out there, especially dressed like that. And she's probably had alcohol."

He's right. I tasted the liquor on her lips, drank it in. The thought of her wandering the streets, vulnerable and alone, doesn't sit well with me either. Sloane's going to bite my ear off when she sees me, and I probably deserve that. But I can't let her go home in that state. Does she even know the address of the house?

"Fine," I say. "See you tomorrow, Hunter."

I weave through sweaty and perfumed bodies, hurrying outside.

The rain catches me off guard when I step out. The club's deafening music must have masked it. Shit. I make a t my car. Sloane won't find a cab in this weather.

Sliding into the driver's seat, I navigate the streets, eyes scanning for her.

There-just ahead. She's trudging through the compous treef dangle from her fingers.

I pull up beside her, lowering the passenger wi

"Sloane, get in."

She doesn't break stride. "Fuck off, Knox."

Successfully unlocked!

I follow her, driving slowly. "You're soaked, and you won't find a cab right now."

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CHAPTER 013: Let Me Go

"I'd rather walk all the way than get in that car with you."

"Do you even know where you're going?"

Silence.

Stubborn woman. I accelerate, cutting her off, and step out into the rain. She tries

to dart around me, but I'm faster, pinning her against the car.

She pounds her fists against my chest. "Let me go, Knox"

I grip her wrists, holding them firmly.

The rain pours down around us, each droplet soiling us further. Her hair clings to her face, strands plastered against her cheeks, neck, and forehead, making her look wild.

"Let go of me," she demands.

I lean in closer, our faces mere inches apart. The scent of rain combined with her perfume is intoxicating.

"Alright, Sloane," I say. "Yes, I toyed with you all evening to get to Finn. Is that what you want to hear?"

Her eyes blaze. "I said, let me go."

"Everything I did in that restroom," I say, my voice low and intense, "I did because

I wanted you, and I know you wanted me too. I saw it in your eyes. You were just as tempted as I was."

She tries to look away, but I don't let her.

"So let's be adults about this. I don't care if you hate me, Sloane, but get in the fucking car and let me take you home safely. Please."

She stares at me, breathing heavily, the rise and fall of her chest matching the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

Finally, she exhales. "Fine."

I release her wrists, watching as she moves to the passenger side and slides into

the car. Her movements are graceful even in her soaked and shivering state.

I follow suit, getting into the driver's seat and locking the doors in case she gets any funny ideas.

"Seatbelt," I say.

She complies without a word.

I can't help but stare at her, taking in the way the rain has rendered her even more breathtaking, if that's possible.

"Well," she says, "aren't you going to drive? I have on the seatbelt as you instructed, don't I?"

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