Captive Films: Season One by Jillian Dodd Read Free Book Online

here.”
    “Why wouldn’t I be here?” I say coldly. “These are my friends.”
    “I wanted to see you. I was just surprised to see you tonight.”
    “Why are you here?”
    “To find out how you are.”
    “That’s why you came to California?”
    “It’s complicated, Riley. Do you think I could have a drink?”
    “I’ll give you something else.” I grab her and push her up against the bar. “This means nothing,” I say, forcing my lips onto hers.  
    I thought she would be repulsed. Hate me. Run away.  
    I want to disgust her and make her leave.  
    But she grabs the back of my neck with equal force and shoves her tongue in my mouth.  
    Heat rushes through my body, blood screaming, fire pushing through my veins.  
    Straight to my pants.  
      I lean toward the sexy skirt she's wearing, pushing it up, and shoving my massive hard on against her leg. I don't even care if she knows she's making me hard. The thought crosses my mind that I should rip her panties off and do her right here.
    For old time’s sake.
    Especially when she hooks her leg around me, pulling me closer.  
    Slam. The refrigerator adjacent to us slams shut and Keatyn’s chef, Marvel, says, “Oh! Excusez-moi.”
    But the fucker doesn't leave.  
    He places a bunch of vegetables on the island and starts chopping them.  
    Ariela slowly extricates herself from our embrace.  
      “I know," she says sadly. “It meant nothing.”
    She walks away from me, stopping by the patio door to grab a beer from an ice bucket.  
    She doesn't even turn to look back.  
    Just like the last time.  
    I should leave.  
    But I’ll be damned if I will. These are my friends.  
    I try to pull myself together with another long swig of scotch.  
    Aiden slaps my back, sneaking up from behind me and causing me to choke. “How we doing?”  
    “I’m fine. I mean, I knew, eventually, I’d probably see her again someday. I was cordial.”
    “I guess kissing her like that would be considered cordial.” He smirks. “That why you’re downing my good scotch?”
    “It didn’t mean anything,” I say, trying to convince myself. “Fuck.” I hand him the bottle. “I mean, What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck?”
    “Maybe it’s sorta like fate.” He smirks again as he pours two fingers of scotch into a short glass.  
    Bastard thinks this is funny.
    “Don’t give me that bullshit. It might have worked on Keatyn, but it won’t work on me.”  
    He hands me the glass then pours one for himself. Damn, if he isn’t a good friend.  
    “I forgot to tell you, but congrats on the engagement. It sounds like it went off without a hitch.” Yes, I’m changing the subject. I have to.
    “Mostly,” Aiden says with another grin.
    “Mostly?”  
    He glances out the patio door, where Keatyn is happily chatting with Ariela, Dallas, and RiAnne.  
    “Doesn’t she look more beautiful than ever?” he asks.
    I look at Ariela and say, “Yes,” before I realize he was referring to Keatyn. I cover by saying, “She always looks pretty. RiAnne, though, gosh, she looks like she’s ready to explode.”
    “Better not let her hear you say that.”
    “I don’t have a death wish. What did you mean by mostly?”
    “The engagement went well. She just always seems to surprise me.”  
    “I woulda been surprised if she said no. You were so worried.”
    “It’s not that we didn’t want to get married. We just never had the time.”
    “Never took the time, you mean.”
    “And now, we are. Come on, let’s go out there. Be nice and talk to Ariela. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
    “I could care less about Ariela,” I lie. “And I’m sure as shit not going to try to impress her.”  
    “Okay,” Aiden says, “then just be cordial .”
    “Smart ass,” I mutter.
    As I follow him to the deck, I remind myself that I’m here to hang out with my friends.   That we’ll have a delicious dinner, some great wine, and enjoy the sunset.  
    And as soon as we’re