Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

I wasn’t comfortable with where he was going with the conversation. He needed to shut his fucking mouth.

“I’ll leave. I’ll just go,” Molly’s friend offered. “I don’t want to ruin your night, Mol.”

“No. You’re not leaving.” Molly spoke up. “You’re my guest. You have every right to be here.”

Roux laughed as if he heard a hilarious joke. There was nothing funny about this. The fucker liked trouble.

“Guest?”

“Sebastian, please,” Brooklyn pleaded. “I’ll go. I’m sorry.”

Molly looked at me frantically. We both knew things were escalating. I still had no idea what Roux’s problem was with Brooklyn.

“Out here,” I ordered.

We hurried through one of the side ballroom doors. We maybe had five minutes before our absence was a problem. They followed me to one of the sitting rooms women used to use during balls. It had been aired out for tonight. There were fresh bouquets of flowers. There were crystal dishes with House of Sauvage chocolates and mints on the tables. I locked the doors behind us.

“Ok. What the fuck is going on?” I turned to them. “And I don’t want to hear your bullshit, Roux. The truth.”

Molly put an arm around her friend. She was visibly shaken.

“She shouldn’t be here.” He pointed at Brooklyn.

“Stop being a dick,” I snarled.

He glared at me. “You think this is going to work out? You realize you have to pay an exit fee.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets. “I know.”

Molly’s eyes darted back and forth. “What is he talking about?”

I shook my head. “I’ll explain later. We have about two minutes before we have to get back to the ballroom. I need to know that the secrecy of the gala is safe between us. Whatever happened between you two is your business until it interferes with me, then it becomes mine. You are walking a fine line right now with that distinction.”

Roux’s eyebrows knitted together. “You bastard. You get everything you want. Even her.”

“Molly hasn’t done anything to you. And I doubt Brooklyn has either. You’re being a royal ass. If you don’t want to be here, leave. Nothing is keeping you here.”

“Except Carina,” he retorted.

Molly looked confused. “Who is Carina?”

“His wife,” Brooklyn answered. “Lady Roux.”

“You’re married?” It was as if a small explosive had been detonated in the middle of us.

“Don’t look at me like that. It was an arranged marriage. Royal convenience,” he explained.

There was no rule in the society that members had to be single. With only a one-night commitment, it didn’t matter, but something had happened between Sebastian and Brooklyn. Carina was apparently a problem.

“Is that why you didn’t want to talk about it?” Molly asked her friend. “You didn’t want me to know he was married?”

“I couldn’t. We agreed. And it was complicated.” Her eyes darted to Sebastian.

He stepped in front of me, separating the girls. He slipped a hand around Brooklyn’s waist, tugging her toward him. “I can’t help it. I can’t get the other night out of my head. And then tonight I saw you by the staircase. Do you know I almost left Carina right then?”

“I can’t either forget it either, but …”

“But nothing.” Sebastian pressed his forehead to hers.