Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

“I can’t stay. I’ve got to get back home,” Nate reminds me.

Even better.

We walk into the kitchen, and the boys are all sitting at the table. Jenks is shoveling cereal into his mouth. Alex is scrolling through his cell while Finn is playing with his knife. Amy stands at the sink rinsing off a plate.

My eyes lock with Colt, and he leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his face.

“I forgot to grab my belt.” Nate pulls away from me, and I let him go, praying he doesn’t decide to use my bathroom. I debate following him but stop myself because Colt may take that as me trying to avoid him.

Of course, he’s the first to speak. “How’s your morning?”

The fact that he’s burning a hole in my shorts, I know exactly what he’s asking. “It’s wonderful.” I grant him a smile. “The joke’s on you. He didn’t do it,” I inform him, and his face falls.

“Who didn’t do what?” Amy asks, and I choose to ignore her. We’re not enemies, but we’re also not friends. I do, however, respect the woman. She gets around, and I like that about her. She knows what she wants, and that’s not to settle down. Guys at Barrington call her a slut behind her back, but they’re the first ones to pull out their dicks when she’s around.

Colt sets down the fork and keeps his eyes on me when he asks his friends, “Boys, what’s the first thing you do when you wake up with a woman in your bed?”

“Eat that pussy,” Finn answers.

“Spread her legs and eat breakfast,” Alex agrees.

“Devour that cunt,” Jenks adds through a mouth full of cereal.

I look over at Amy, and her cheeks flush. Now I know that I’m the only woman in this house who hasn’t gotten some since they woke up.

“He’s not the one, princess,” Colt adds, making my eyes narrow on him.

I don’t plan on marrying the guy. He’s just someone to play with right now. I’ve never been able to make a relationship last. I’m not sure what it is, but I always seem to push them away. And none of them have ever fought to stay.

“I’m out,” Nate states, entering the kitchen once again, and by the smile on his face, I know he did not go to the bathroom.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him into me, making sure to put on a show. I’m not really one for PDA, but I can pretend for Colt. “I’ll see you later.”

Nate leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth for him, deepening the kiss, wanting to make out with him. Honestly, if he wanted to bend me over and fuck me on the island, I would pull my shorts down for him just to see how Colt reacts to that. Wonder if the fucker would record that too?

“Lunch?” he asks, pulling away.

“Yeah—”

“She can’t,” Colt interrupts me, and I glare over at him. “We have lunch with our parents today.”

Shit! I forgot all about that. They came back this morning from their trip. “We can do dinner?” I offer.

He nods, smiling down at me. “Dinner it is.” He gently kisses my lips and then turns to leave.

“Oh, Nate. I have something you might want.” Colt stands at the table, reaches into his jeans pocket, and pulls out a cell phone.

My eyes widen, and I feel the blood drain from my face while my heart begins to pound in my chest.

“Missing this?” he asks Nate.

“Where did you find it?”

In my fucking car! I want to scream but can’t rat myself out.

Colt smirks at me. Tossing it to Nate, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. “Someone brought it to me. You must have dropped it last night when you arrived.”

Fucking liar!

Nate frowns, catching it midair. “Thanks, Colt.”

“My pleasure.” He sits down, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest this time. “I also charged it for you.”

I’m going to fucking kill him. And by the way he’s smiling at me, the fucker is going to enjoy it. My blood is boiling, my body physically shaking. This was all part of his plan. He somehow knew why Nate came over last night. He also had to have known that Nate hadn’t seen the video of Colt and me online.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Nate tells him.

It requires a code to unlock, so I’m guessing Nate isn’t worried about Colt going through it. He honestly thinks that Colt was being a nice guy. But I know that Colt doesn’t do anything unless it benefits him.

“It kept going off. I think there was some kind of emergency or something,” Colt adds. “Seemed pretty serious, though.” He tilts his head to the side, his green eyes looking sympathetic when he adds, “Hope everything is okay.”