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An hour later, I was still thinking about Kenneth Swanson, and not because he owed us a hundred-thousand dollars. The man had been running his mouth, and while I could forgive a lot, a motherfucker saying that he wasn’t scared of us wasn’t on that list.
Chapter 6
Keavy~
“Just…just give me a moment to freshen up,” I panted, needing a second.
“What for?” Kenneth asked. “I’m just going to dirty you up again, sweetheart.”
Admittedly, his bedroom talk could use some work because it seemed forced, but it wasn’t like I had plans on marrying the man. When Kenneth had walked into Miller’s, he hadn’t exactly caught my eye, but as the night had worn on, he seemed perfect for a one-night stand. Though he wasn’t exactly worthy of being on an underwear billboard, the man was six-foot, had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and looked like he took care of himself well enough. He had also paid his tab in cash, which had suggested that I wouldn’t have to spring for the motel room all by myself.
At any rate, as soon as last-call had been announced, Kenneth had made his move, inviting me back to his place, and since it’d been a while, I had figured why not. Like I’d said, I was already resigned to be single for the rest of my life, so I was going to get my kicks where I could get them, and all would be going well if he would just shut up.
“I’d just like to freshen up a bit after working eight hours,” I told him as he had me pushed up against the kitchen counter. “I promise that it’ll just take a second.”
Not wanting to scare off easy pussy, Kenneth said, “I’ll get us a couple of glasses of wine while you do your thing.” His lips skimmed down my neck as he added, “Just don’t keep me waiting too long, sweetheart.”
“Don’t worry,” I cooed. “I’m just as eager as you are, or else I wouldn’t be here.” I threw him a quick wink to lessen the sting as I added, “Where’s your bathroom?”
Instead of telling me, he grabbed my hand to escort me down the hallway, and that gentlemanly action had me wondering if I was being too hard on Kenneth. Maybe he was a better man than I’d been giving him credit for, and I had to remind myself to quit judging people so quickly.
“Here you go,” he said as he opened the door for me.
“Thank you,” I said right before kissing his cheek.
As soon as he shut the door, I looked in the mirror, and though I looked tired around my eyes, I didn’t look that bad. After all, it was going to be three in the morning soon, so I shouldn’t be expected to look as fresh as a daisy, right?
I quickly took off my earrings, having learned the hard way that earrings and rough sex weren’t always a good combination. I was a girl that didn’t mind having her hair pulled, but there was nothing fun about it when the man accidentally grabbed your earring as well. I didn’t relish having my earlobe ripped open because I’d been trying to look sexy.
After taking out my earrings, I started contemplating if I should take my hair down when I heard some raised voices. My first thought was that Kenneth must be married or have a girlfriend, and I could only imagine the drama at that possibility. However, when none of the voices appeared to sound female, that got my back up in a way that Cian had always warned me about. If this sonofabitch brought me here for a gang bang, then I was going to kill them all.
Ever so carefully, I cracked the bathroom door open to see if I could hear what was being said, and my hands tightened around the wood as I heard them loud and clearly.
“Did you really think that you could hide from us?” asked one guy.
“Look…I swear-”
“I want to know if you really thought that you’d get away with not paying us,” a second guy scoffed. “I mean, how fucking stupid are you, Swanson?”
“I’m…I’m going…going to pay…” Kenneth stammered. “I…I swear.”
“Is that why you haven’t been returning Desmond O’Brien’s calls?” the first guy asked, and I closed my eyes as my heart skipped a beat.
Kenneth was wanted by the O’Briens.
“My…I lost my…my phone…” Kenneth went on, desperation coating his voice. “I swear, I’m going to pay. I’d never…I lost my phone.”
“Really?” the second guy drawled out.
A second later, the sound of a phone ringing vibrated through the quiet house, and my chest started pounding with how stupid Kenneth Swanson really was. I opened my eyes, wondering why God would do this to me. Out of all the men that had been at Miller’s tonight, why would He let me pick the one guy that was in to the O’Briens?
“I’m sorry,” Kenneth blurted. “I…please-”
“Whose purse is this?” the first guy asked, making me freeze in place. As soon as we’d gotten through Kenneth’s front door, I had placed my purse on a little table in between the kitchen and living room, and I hadn’t bothered to bring it with me to the bathroom.
Shit.
“No one’s,” he lied, and credit to him for not sacrificing me like most men would. “A…some chick left it behind the other night. I…I just haven’t had time…time to return it.”
