Page 9 of When We Feel


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ALEJANDRO

Kai walks in,dragging a storm after him. It’s not obvious.

It’s not like him to throw a fit, but the signs are everywhere.

In the cold glistening of his eyes, his narrowed gaze, and tense lips.

“When did you come back?” he asks abruptly, taking inventory of our drinks, Francisco’s clothes, and the plush towel wrapped around my waist.

“I just got in. Took a shower, and this motherfucker was at my door,” I say, grinning. “He couldn’t sleep, and apparently, you were busy doing something else,” I add, trying to shift the focus away from me.

I hold Kai’s eyes, and for the second time this morning, it feels like these two men can read every damn thing in my soul.

But I’m determined. Resolute. And I let nothing out.

“I drove up north before I returned and stopped at a bar.”

“Did you look for her?”

“Honestly? No.”

My lie is perfect, like a sliver of truth. I almost believe myself.

“You think something happened to her?” I mutter.

Bam. This sounds just as good. No flinching on my face. No wavering in my voice.

Back-to-back perfect lies.

Even Francisco sears me with a questioning look.

“That’s not what I meant,” I say. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”

Still, now that I think about it, how can Kai be so calm about this whole damn affair?

“No messages? Calls?”

My question is directed at him, Kai.

“Nope,” he says curtly. “She’ll be back. I’m not worried about her.”

Well… I’d be if I were him.

She just sucked my dick an hour ago. And it was damn good. So good, my dick starts growing, its head poking at my towel. It would be tacky to adjust my package, but that’s exactly what I do.

“Maybe we should’ve pursued that lead at the club,” I say, Fransisco witnessing everything from the sidelines.

Especially how I dig myself into a hole.

If only I could keep my mouth shut. Francisco suspects something––more than he did minutes ago––his eyes flickering with a smile.

Kai is hard to read, and I can’t quite figure out whether he’s detached, annoyed, frazzled, or blasé about the whole thing. Or in a vengeance mood.

All of the above is an option too.

Something else eats at him. I don’t know what it is. And I don’t know if my observation is accurate.

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