𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

8.

Wes

"What's this?" The brunette from the club last night asks, touching my Cross chain. Sage left about twenty minutes after the whole incident with her and the random man. Once she'd gone I had to find something or rather, someone to occupy me. Hence the brunette in my bed. Don't even really remember her name I just remember that we started kissing and never stopped.

Would it be bad if I said I was thinking about Sage the entire time? How fucked up does that sound? I think it's pretty messed up. I've been unable to get her out of my head. I wonder if that's how every man feels when they interact with her. Wonder if she plagues their mind too.

"Nothing." I remove her hand. Don't like people touching it.

"Is it like some special gang necklace?" She asks dumbly. I decide to go along with whatever she thinks this is because I don't plan on telling her the truth. The only people that know the backstory of why I wear my cross everyday and why it's so important is my friends and my brother.

"Yeah. It is." I reply. Voice lacking any emotion. Not that she would notice. She's too busy running her hand up and down my leg.

"Cool." She grins. Bites her lip as she looks at me. Saying a lot without actually saying a word.

"Wanna continue on from last night?" She asks inching closer.

Now usually it would be a instant yes because why wouldn't it be? She's an attractive girl and she's great in bed. But unfortunately, I have a lot to do today business wise.

"I've got a lot to do." I run my hand up and down her arm.

She pouts disappointed. "Oh. Okay."

I pull her in by her chin, kiss her deeply so she'll forget the fact that I turned down sex with her. When I pull away she's blushing. Girls seem to blush a lot around me. Sage doesn't though. I don't think I even saw her so much a smile when I complimented her last night. Her angelic face stone cold. Still looked like a ten out of ten though.

"Bathrooms down the hall to the left if you wanna use it. There's towels for guests in there already." I tell her.

"I gotta go downstairs but you can stay in here a bit. Chill." I pull the covers back as I stand to my feet.

"Thanks." She grins up at me.

I wink, grabbing my shirt from last night that's on the edge of my bed and some black jogging bottoms from my wardrobe.

"Do your tattoos have any meaning?" The brunette that I still can't remember the name of questions.

I turn back to look at her over my shoulder. Glance down briefly at my tattooed arms and back and then back up at her.

"Nah." I lie. They do. All of them. But like my cross. I won't divulge into any details. Especially to a stranger.

She nods. I turn back around slipping on my shirt and joggers and then I push on my sliders and head downstairs.

"Morning slut." Kane jokes as he watches me enter the kitchen. He's sat at the table playing Chess on his glass Chess board that cost three grand because it's a one of a kind special chess board with all glass pieces. Definitely nearly broken one of the pieces before, he nearly went into cardiac arrest. Threatened to shoot me with his gun.