Triple Threat (Deception Duet #1) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Deception Duet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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“We have history.” I shrug and cast my gaze into the crowd, my mind on other people who aren’t Ash. “Kind of hard to forget what we had.”

“You’ll get her back if it’s meant to be.” He squeezes my shoulder. “I can help. Just tell me what to do.”

Ask your cousin if my brother can have his wife so he can torture her some more. Can you do that, Ty boy?

“Thanks, man,” I say instead. “I need a drink.”

Ty winks at me. “Follow me. I’ve already scoped out the bar.”

He saunters away, weaving through the crowd. I follow after him, growing more and more irritated as the seconds tick by. When he reaches the line, he turns to regard me, studying me intently.

“You’re not limping. Knees feeling better today?”

Dammit.

“Comes and goes,” I lie. “I can hide it if I have enough oxy.”

“Oxy?” His eyes widen. “Seriously? That shit’ll fuck you up.”

How does Scout put up with this guy? He’s chatty and too damn friendly. Everything I say he has to inspect it under a microscope.

“So,” I mumble, changing the subject, “where will you take Croft’s daughter for your date?”

He frowns like he doesn’t like me steering the conversation away from my non-existent drug problem, but indulges me anyway because, apparently, he’s a golden boy in need of a friend.

Hell, you have to be damn near desperate to befriend Scout.

“At first,” he says, leaning in, “I was thinking some place romantic. Five-star restaurant or whatever. Carriage ride. I don’t know. Something fancy.”

“You decided against that?” I lift a brow in question.

“I don’t know…I thought maybe I’d just take her somewhere low-key. A movie. Maybe the arcade. Fill up on junk food. The girl seems like she could unwind a little.”

No shit.

Landry is wound tight with a frozen stick up her ass. She’d probably really enjoy the movies. But with someone like me. Not this fuckboy. I could get her to relax.

“I think the movie’s a good idea,” I admit, though it pains me to do so.

I have to play nice with this guy. Part of the gig. It’s just better when Scout’s dealing with this part and I’m dealing with Landry.

He continues to ramble about all his date ideas. A bunch of shit to make her swoon. By the time it’s our turn in line, I’m ready to smack my hand over his mouth so he’ll shut the hell up.

Ty orders our drinks and pays. I take the dark liquid, knocking it back eagerly. The burn scalds my throat, but it feels good.

“You straight chugged that whiskey, man.” He shakes his head. “You sure that’s a good idea with the oxy?”

I’m about to answer him when I notice a familiar face in the crowd. Another goddamn Constantine. Thankfully, it’s not Winston, but it is one of his mini-me brothers. Perry. If he sees me chatting it up with his cousin, our cover will be blown. I have to get the fuck out of here. Bryant can kiss my ass.

“You’re right,” I mutter, turning my back to Perry as not to be seen and blow my cover with Ty. “I’m not feeling so hot. I’m going to head to my hotel.”

“You’ll be here tomorrow night too, right? This event is two days. Please say I won’t be doing this shit alone.” He gives me the puppy dog eyes. “Dude, please.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll text you later!”

Ignoring him, I stalk out of the building. I made an appearance. It’s time to get the fuck out of here.

* * *

I’m buzzed.

Not from the one drink I had at the event, but the three or four or seven more I’ve had since I arrived at my hotel. The bar is dark and swanky. I’ve been able to drink away my frustrations in relative peace.

The walk back to my room is a blur. It takes a few times to get the keycard into the slot. Eventually, I make it inside. I strip out of my suit and climb onto the bed in just my boxers.

I want to talk to her.

It’s not fair that Scout somehow fucked this up for me.

There’s a missed text on my phone from Sully that says he thinks he fixed things. I’m not convinced. I need to hear it with my own ears. But she blocked me.

It takes intense focus, but I find her number on my cell and then use the hotel phone to dial her. I’m not even sure if she’s awake this late, well after midnight now.

“Hello?”

The breathiness of her voice speaks straight to my cock. I close my eyes, imagining her sexy little mouth.

“Hello?” she says again. “Who is this?”

“Sparrow.”

“What? I can’t hear you. You’re mumbling. Who is this?”

“Laundry, it’s me.”

She lets out a heavy sigh. “Chevy?”

I grin, imagining her shock. “Yep.”

“I blocked you from calling me.”


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