Spin My Love(5)

He’s leaning against the table lazily, without a care in the world, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. His chest is heaving slightly and I try to push the thought of what the two of them were up to before I arrived aside.

It makes me feel sick.

Tane looks more muscular and filled out than when I last saw him. I stop myself right there, not wanting him to see me staring at him, not wanting to notice how good he looks. Keira is quickly dressing herself, with a sour expression on her face. She walks over to me and says in a hushed tone, “Can you keep him tonight, please? It’s Tane Miller!”

I narrow my eyes at her. I want to say no. I don’t want her to fuck Tane. But he isn’t mine, and I don’t get a say in who and what he does.

Clearly he isn’t the same person he used to be, and I need to stop forgetting that.

“Yes. But for the record, you’re a selfish bitch,” I reply loudly. “Have some class, Keira.” Okay, so maybe I’m not one to criticise, considering I slept with Tane literally without one word being spoken, but at least I didn’t have a child to think about at the time.

I glance at Tane one last time to see his eyes on me, crinkling in thought. He has nothing to say to me? Nothing at all? Fine. Fuck him. I walk out of the kitchen and into Justin’s room. I pack his bag, and take him back home with me, pushing away the pain I feel.

Tane doesn’t deserve it.





Chapter Two

Tane

I’m leaning against the marble table, staring at the spot that woman just vacated.

It can’t be … could it?

It’s those eyes.

Giselle.

Hauntingly beautiful, ice-blue eyes.

Keira turns to me with a huff. Her top is on inside out, but I don’t bother telling her. I want to get out of here, ASAP.

“Fucking Giselle. She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else.”

I stand up straight. “Giselle?” I repeat, unable to feign indifference. A bad feeling creeps up my spine. Fuck, it was her. Why did she have to see me like this? And I didn’t even speak to her.

Regret fills me.

“Yeah, you were friends with her brother, Gage, weren’t you?” she says as she starts to undress again, obviously wanting to get back to business.

She looks so different. My Giselle didn’t have any tattoos, her hair was lighter and she was curvier. But those ice blue eyes …

A memory flashes in my mind, confusing me.

“Fuck!” I curse. I’d only just gotten back in town, and I didn’t plan on seeing Giselle so soon. I wasn’t ready yet—didn’t want her to see what I’ve become. The man I am now is different from the one she knew. I’ve pretty much avoided everyone I knew from high school, all my old friends, for the last several years. But now she’s already been exposed to this, I can only imagine what she thinks of me. I curse again, and then turn my gaze to Keira.

I’ve fucked this up so bad.

She’s leaning against the wall suggestively, but I ignore it. She was just someone to keep me occupied for the night, no commitment or drama, but that sure as hell isn’t happening anymore.

“How do you know her?” I demand.

“Giselle? I’m Levi’s older sister. I told you that,” she says. She might have told me, but I sure as hell hadn’t been listening. Levi Black’s sister? Shit. Come to think of it, I had heard rumours about her in high school, and her rep might just be worse than mine. And now she is willing to send her kid away to have sex with me? Because I’m famous? Yes, I heard her comment to Giselle.

It’s Tane Miller!

Heaven-fucking-forbid, someone like me for me.

She puts her hand on my chest, and I flinch. I sure as fuck don’t want her touching me anymore. I push her away and put my clothes back on, only thinking of Giselle.

Christ. She must be disgusted by me. And she would have every reason to be.

“Where are you going? We’re not done,” she whines. She tries to pout seductively, but it just looks ridiculous. I ignore her feeble attempts at seduction and concentrate on something else.

Giselle. I need to talk to her, now. I can’t leave things like this. Better late than never, right?

“I have somewhere I need to be,” I say. I put my shoes on and walk to the door. I pause with my hand on the doorknob. “Where does your brother live these days?”

“He has an apartment in Hale,” she says, her fists tightly clenched at her sides, giving away her anger. I’m tempted to ask for the address, but I decide against it. Surely I can figure it out.

When I open the door I feel her hand on my shoulder, stopping me from leaving.

“We’re gonna hook up again, right?” she asks, biting her lip.