Sleeping With the Enemy

Chapter Six

By the time I leave the club, I convince myself that a good fuck is all I need. Something to distract me. Something to make me forget that Sadie is back in town. Something to keep me from thinking about her every goddamn second like I've done all night.

It's been pure torture watching as she ate up the attention of every guy in room, listening to her laugh at their stupid jokes and pitiful attempts at flirting. Every once in a while, I catch her stealing a glance from across the bar, but she darts her eyes away and she pretends to be busy elsewhere. And those fucking shorts. Usually, I liked the look on Alex's servers, but seeing Sadie in the uniform flips a conservative, possessive switch in my brain and suddenly it's way too revealing. It's physically painful to keep myself from tossing my jacket at her and making her cover herself up. And don't even get me started on the guy who asked her what she was doing once she got off. It's an absolute miracle I kept my shit together like I did.

I leave with every intention of taking Cass home, bending her over my bed and pounding into her until I'm so exhausted that I can't physically keep my eyes open any longer. Instead, we're barely inside of my penthouse when I realize what a horrendous idea that actually is. As much as I wish I could, I won't use Cass that way. Especially not when I know that our situationship won't ever develop into anything more. She deserves to be more than a placeholder, and I tell her as much before I send her on her way in a fit.

This isn't fair. Sadie's been gone for eight grueling years and before tonight, I thought I was over her. I thought I had moved on and was finally in a good place, but all it took was four fucking minutes alone with the girl to realize how hung up on her I still am. She's like a damn time machine, one whiff of her perfume catapulting me back to my teenage years. One look in those caramel eyes and I should have known I was a goner.

I'll have to be more prepared the next time I run into her, that's for sure. I can't let Sadie rattle me the way she is when one of the most pivotal moments of my command so far is unfolding.

She's not my problem anymore. Not my responsibility. Not my anything. And I have enough on my plate without trying to figure out what she's up to. Except I want to know. I want to help. I want to be the knight in shining armor that comes in and slays whatever beast she's up against. And I know myself well enough to know that I won't be able to stay out of it as long as she sticks around.

From a distance, I can convince myself that I've moved on but when she's right here in our fucking club? Yeah, that's a level of restraint I just don't have. At least not when it comes to Sadie Sorrento.

Running on next to no sleep, I get to Brodo the next morning and I'm an absolute trainwreck. That might even be putting it lightly. I've never been so distracted in my life, and with what's coming, I know I better get myself straightened out and fast. My dad isn't happy about Herrera extending the cease and desist and since he told me to handle it, I now have to answer to him. To be fair, if we'd handled things the way I wanted to, we wouldn't be taking this hit, but there's no way in hell I'm going to say it.