Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 1)

“I’ll bang all night. How do you think your neighbors will like that? Might complain to the superintendent. He might kick you out,” he says, his tone sharp and pointed.

Fucking asshole.

Heading back, I pull the door open, I see him standing there with a hand braced on either side of the door frame.

“How dare you,” I seethe. “Just fuck off, would you?”

He does this thing where his jaw works from side to side and it’s almost captivating watching it. Like a spell he’s casting to draw me in, so I shake my head.

“Joey is waiting for you.”

“Clearly, I was asleep.”

“And now you’re awake,” he points out. “The party has only just started. Get dressed.”

“No.” I cross my arms over my chest.

Keir steps through the door and shuts it behind him, taking up all my space. This place is large but with him here it feels like a broom closet. Then his smell hits me, and I can tell he’s had a few drinks but not enough to mess with his vision. I could never imagine him not being in full control.

His strong musky smell is all over him.

I really love the way he smells.

Oh, goddammit!

I take a step away from him, and he smirks as if he knows what’s going through my mind.

“You should leave … now,” I say again.

“You should get dressed … now. I mean, you can wear that, but I would suggest otherwise.” His eyes roam my body—I’m wearing a baggy t-shirt and nothing else.

“I am not going,” I reiterate.

Keir’s eyes fall to my legs, and when I follow his gaze, I notice my shirt has risen up, and if I move just a fraction, he will see my pussy. Uncrossing my arms, I pull the shirt back down, but the smirk remains on his face when I look back at him.

“Like I said, I’ll wait.”

“It’s two in the morning,” I argue back.

“It’s midnight, actually. Now, get dressed.” I peer at my microwave to see the time and cringe when I see it is actually twelve, which means I’ve only been asleep for two hours. I need more than that, much more.

“You aren’t going to leave until I agree, are you?”

“Nope.”

“What could I do to get you to leave?” I ask. “Pay you?”

Keir shakes his head, then he eyes my body again. “I could fuck you, or you could suck my cock.”

Yeah, not happening, I’d rather get dressed.

When I turn to head back to my room to get changed, I hear him chuckle.

Again, one giant asshole.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Keir

She walks out of her room wearing a white dress that cuts off just below her knees but has a slit up the side. She’s wearing white heels and carries a small white purse to match. Her face is bare from makeup and her eyes are filled with fire.

I love it.

I have given her time, to grieve or whatever the fuck she needed to do for that loser of a husband she had. Now, she needs to come out to play.

I’ve missed her.

And I don’t miss anyone.

Not even my dead father.

“Are you ready?”

She rolls her eyes as she meets me at the door. “Do I have a damn choice?”

“I gave you a choice,” I point out.

“Yes, and what fabulous options they were.”

“You never seemed to mind when I was buried deep in your cunt.”

“I must have been drunk,” she spits back.

I walk out the door, and she locks it as I wait for the elevator.

“I’m positive you were not.”

“If you say so.”

We enter the elevator and Sailor sighs heavily. I know I am demanding, but I am not taking no for an answer. I want her there with me. As we stand there all I can smell is flowers and sunshine.

“Your friend is hitting on Joey,” I tell her.

She eyes me as we get out and walk to my car. I hold the door open for her and she gets in then I follow in behind her. My driver takes off, and she makes sure not to face her legs or body my way, actually she inclines away from me.

“Ellie?” she asks, not looking at me.

“Yes, seems she has a crush on him.”

“I think she likes anyone when she’s drunk.”

“Maybe we should get you drunk,” I say.

“No. I’ll hate you even more. And that’s saying a lot because I detest you right now.”

The car slows as we arrive at the club. I hired the whole place out for Joey. Though, it didn’t take much since I work with the owner by giving him protection. He practically threw the keys at me.

“A club?” she squeaks as she looks out the window.

“Did you not read the invite?”

“No,” she admits, then looks at me. “I never planned to come because I didn’t want to see you. Yet, here we fucking are.”

“Here we are.” I smile at her, which makes her lip twitch with frustration before she opens her own car door and rushes out. She walks to the front of the club, and the bouncer stands there barring her way.