In Too Deep by Stella Rhys Read Free Book Online

casually.  “Oh fuck me, I’ve said too much.”
    I glared, knowing well that he expected me to grovel for an explanation.  But since I refused, I flashed Dane that deliberately fake smile again. “Right.  Well, always a pleasure.”  I started past him but he stepped in front of me.
    “You know, I always meant to tell you this little something but I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate.”
    I stopped, jaw tightening as I anticipated some deeply vulgar compliment.  “What, Dane?” I asked, allowing my tone to for once convey my impatience.  Dane delighted in it, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.
    “Do you want to hear it, sweetheart?” he wet his lips.
    “Honestly, no.  Not really.”
    “Oh,” he feigned surprise, finally letting me go.  “I guess he was right then,” he called after me.  “Sawyer told me never to tell you.”
    I stopped in my tracks, wondering when my heart had had begun to pound.  Hating myself for the satisfaction I was providing, I turned back to face Dane.  “What about Sawyer?” I asked reluctantly, my pride aching.  Dane’s face was so smug now that I felt my fingers actually twitch with the need to slap it.
    “Fuck, Lara.  He’s gonna kill me, but I have to say it,” he said with a grin, his expression barely trying to match the phony regret of his words.  “I was with Sawyer awhile back – we met this group of Brazilian girls at a party and went back to their hotel at night, fucked them, yada yada.”  Satisfaction twitched on his lips as he watched me wince.  I didn’t want to hear this part of the story but it was every bit like Dane to force others to hear about his sex life.  “Fuckin’ great night.  Sawyer took the brunette, I had her friends.  I think it was three of them, but I don’t – ”
    “You can skip this part, Dane,” I said between my teeth. He had to be wasted.  He was always disrespectful but never to this degree.
    “Right, right.  Fast-forward then.”  Dane ran his thumb along his lower lip, savoring my curiosity before dropping whatever bombshell he had.  “I fucked them, left their room – and guess which pretty little thing I saw in the hallway? Lyle and Sofie’s Winter’s daughter.  Poor girl, they still haven’t found her.  What’s her name again?”
    My body went cold but my cheeks were aflame.  “Gabrielle,” her name barely choked from my lips.
    “Yes.  Gabrielle.  She was wearing this lacey black dress, ended right about here.”  Dane reached to draw a line on my upper thigh.  I pushed him away, my eyes stinging.  I didn’t anyone to know about Jackson’s affair but if I could pick the last person I wanted to know about it, it would be Dane.  “You wanna take a guess who I saw open the door for her?” he laughed, following me as I stormed past him.
    “No, thank you,” I muttered bitterly, tears brimming my eyes as I tried to speed past him despite my heels.  He kept up effortlessly.
    “So you already know about their affair and you’re still marrying the guy,” Dane marveled.  “Christ, and here I thought you couldn’t get better.”
    Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stormed down Park Avenue.  The knot in my throat felt like I’d swallowed a ping-pong ball.  Dane knew.  Dane and Sawyer both.  I had hoped to forget the affair like it never happened but as it turned out, there were still others in the city besides Jackson and myself – others who knew about the ugliest thing to ever unfold between us.
    Dane pretended to offer comfort.  “Hey, don’t cry.  At least you know for sure that he isn’t still fucking her,” he snickered.
    The dark joke twisted my stomach.  “Please just go, Dane,” I exhaled, fighting the knot in my throat.  I was sure he couldn’t say anything worse at that point.
    “Fine, I’ll go.”  Clucking with mock sympathy, Dane rubbed my back and kissed my cheek.  “But I don’t want you to cry, sweetheart, so try to take comfort in the fact that