Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(114)

“Making a scene with him isn’t going to help anything. I’ll talk to him later.”

I pushed Kellan back, my mood frosty. “Later? What, after he’s screwed them?”

Kellan shook his head at me and was about to respond when Sienna joined our group of gyrating bodies. Slinking up to Kellan’s side, a beautiful man on each arm, she asked him, “Problem?” One of her guys was blatantly staring at her chest; the other was blatantly staring at Kellan. Of course. Everybody loved Kellan. Except me at the moment.

Kellan gave her a brief smile. “Everything’s fine.”

I was about to wholeheartedly object when Griffin walked through my peripheral vision. He had one arm around the blonde, the other around the redhead. He was striding them purposefully toward the VIP bathrooms, and I was absolutely certain that it wasn’t because he had to pee.

“That son of a bitch!” I muttered, taking a step toward the restrooms. Damn if I was just going to sit back and watch him cheat on my sister. Kellan had a firm grip on my hand, though. I looked back at him when I was stretched to capacity. “Let me go, Kellan.”

Shaking his head, he pulled me toward him. “You can’t make him change, Kiera. He has to want to. And he’s not going to stop . . . whatever he’s doing in there just because you barge in yelling and screaming. Trust me. You’ll just end up seeing way more than you want to.”

Yanking my hand free, I pushed against his chest. “Then you go stop him. Drag him out of there like you dragged him away from those two girl-looking guys in New Jersey!” I was so irritated and hurt for my sister that tears were pricking the corners of my eyes.

Stepping into me, Kellan cupped my cheeks. “He has to make the choice, Kiera. It means nothing if I force him.”

His eyes were soft with compassion. I knew he was right. Kellan and I couldn’t watchdog Griffin every time he went out, but it hurt so bad to stand aside and let it happen. “He won’t get away with it, Kellan. I’m not going to lie for him.” I had a sudden, painful respect for Jenny in that moment. I felt sick for doing nothing while Griffin screwed around on my sister. She must have felt the exact same way when she’d done nothing while I’d been fooling around on Denny. I owed her a much bigger apology than I’d ever given her.

Kellan caressed my cheek. “Anna knows what he’s like, Kiera. You don’t have to lie.”

Fighting back nausea and tears, I warbled, “I want to leave now.”

Kellan nodded and held me close. I clutched him tight as he asked one of the waitresses to call a cab. After hasty goodbyes to Sienna and the D-Bags I liked, Kellan and I ducked out the rear exit. A yellow and black taxi was waiting for us, and holding hands, we darted inside. Kellan told the cab driver where to go, then twisted to face me. His expression was worried and apologetic. I searched his features as hot tears leaked out of my eyes. “I hate him,” I seethed. And just when I’d actually been starting to like Griffin too. As irrational as it sounded, I felt like he’d just cheated on me as well as my sister.

Kellan grabbed my cheeks, giving me a soft, tender kiss. It took a moment, but as the cab started pulling away, his gentle touch finally eased my hardening heart. Not all men sucked.

I fumed as I lay in my spacious king-sized bed next to my sleeping husband. I wasn’t even enjoying the fifteen hundred thread–count sheets or the ultra-warm down comforter. The silky silver tassels attached to the corners of my pillow were nothing more than stress-relievers as I repeatedly ran my fingers through them. Griffin was a certified, Grade-A *. If my father didn’t first, I may put a hit out on him. I was sure I could talk Kellan into helping me hide the body.

Every sense I had was focused on the hallway, because the moment I heard Griffin’s arrival at the hotel, I was going to pounce on him. And Kellan wasn’t going to be able to stop me this time. Nothing would stop me this time. Even hotel security would have trouble containing me. Griffin had gone too far.

I knew Kellan was right. I knew the choice to be a decent human being was Griffin’s alone, but Jesus Christ, Anna was about to pop out his child any day now. The least he could do was wait until after his son was born to resume banging random babes. And he wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the box. Did he use condoms? What if he knocked one of the bimbos up? What if he caught something and spread it to my sister? It was all so disgustingly horrifying. It jacked up my already revving temper.

My feet were twitchy and restless as I waited. Kellan was peacefully sleeping beside me, which didn’t help my anger any. How could he be so calm about the whole thing? Guys were weird. But, then again, Griffin and Anna were weird. They’d never really been committed to each other. I just thought . . . with the pregnancy, and Griffin’s streak of monogamy . . . I had just hoped things were different. Maybe the only anger I should be feeling was toward myself, for assuming he’d matured.

No. Griffin was an *.

I leapt out of bed when I finally heard voices in the hallway. So help me God, Griffin was going to pay for this. Not even sure if it was him I was hearing, I yanked open the heavy outer door. Head down and hands in his pockets, Griffin was right in front of me as I stomped into the hallway. Smiling that fate wanted me to kick his ass, I pushed him into the far wall. Showing up out of nowhere and flinging myself at him got Griffin’s attention. His face was pale white as he bumped into the hotel room door opposite mine.