Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Fourteen: Falling in Lust

Ridge-

"I won't ask again. Where is she?" I grit my teeth, to keep from punching a wall. Caste cocks an eyebrow, seeming not at all intimidated by me, even though I tower over him at eighteen while he's twenty-three. 

"He knows you weren't hurt him because you know it would upset North," the voice comes from behind me and I turn, seeing North's third girl roommate, who's in college at the time being. Kat something-or-other I don't know and frankly, I don't care. Harlow appears beside her. 

"Where the fuck is she? What're you hiding, Harlow?"

Harlow pursues her lips. "She's at work,"

What was weird about that? "Okay...where is that?" 

Caste glances at Harlow, who glances at Kat. 

"Boy, you really are wiped," Kat smirks and I whip my head towards her. "Excuse me?"

She scoffs. "You heard me asshole, wiped, as in you've forgotten everything and now you assume you can waltz into her life and make her like you, you've forgotten everything, even her job, you don't deserve someone like her,"

I clench my fists. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Well, he's completely forgotten, think North would want him to know?" Harlow is directing this question at Caste, who shrugs. 

"I didn't tell him yet, I thought maybe North wouldn't want him to know,"

Then, all three presume to look at me like I'm a lost puppy they don't know what to do with. "Well?" I demand. 

"Fine!" Kat says, throwing her hands up in frustration. "It's not like he didn't know before anyway," she writes an address on a paper and I glance at it, freezing. 

"Is this a joke?"

All three or watching me closely. Harlow shakes her head. "No, now leave us alone and go bother somebody else,"

And my blood boils. Once again. 

***

North-

My dancing is almost over and I can't wait to take a shower from all the men's gazes on my body when my eyes lock on dark green eyes, stormy and furious eyes. Holy shit. What the fuck is he doing here?

I have a feeling he sure as hell isn't here for a beer and since I'm going to find out what he's  doing here, I decide to do a little tormenting. It's not like I'll ever care about him. It's not like he'll ever affect me. 

So I dance like we're the only two in the room. 

***

Ridge-

Motherfucker. 

Motherfucking idea. 

I shouldn't have fucking came here, stripper or not. 

Now I'm in the danger of coming in my pants. With those dark blues locked on me as she dances in those tiny thongs and bra, red and motherfucking sequined. Never have sequins made someone look that fuckable. 

Now, my hard-on would be perfectly normal had we been the only two in the room. And I also wouldn't have minded her in that pathetic excuse for clothes, dancing the way she is, had we been the only two in the room. 

But we're not. And all these fuckers are staring hungrily at what's mine. 

Therefore with that shake of her hips, I snap, shoving my way through the crowds and quite literally grabbing her by her feet so she's thrown over my shoulder, she lets out a cry of surprise or shock I don't know.