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“I’m curious what tonight will bring. We don’t need more drama. It’s like the moment we leave our home, there’s always something about to happen.”
“Bria, baby, I have you. I won’t allow anything bad to happen to you.”
My phone buzzes on the counter. I pick up, but not before kissing him.
I answer, and Sophia’s flowery voice greets me.
“Hi, Soph.”
“Hi, you.”
“We’ll be ready in the next hour.”
“We’re almost done.”
“Great, what about Filip and Chloe?”
“Damien spoke to them. They’ll meet us at the club.”
“Together?”
“I don’t know.”
“Those two . . .”
“It’s their thing.”
“Catch you later, sister-in-law. I’ll text Sarah.”
“See you soon.”
I end the call, and Damien tips my head back, taking my lips into a long kiss. I forget the world around me. No, that’s a lie because this man is my world, and him I could never forget. He’s me, mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
BRIA
While Damien and I wait for Alex and Sophia to come out of the hotel, I straddle him in the driver’s side seat of the SUV. I love the hint of surprise I catch in his eyes whenever I do something he doesn’t expect. His thumb caresses my cheek, his eyes locked on mine as he says, “You’re beautiful, baby.”
I open my mouth to respond, but the door flies open, and the intimacy ends.
“Come on, you just left home.”
“Sophia, Alex.” Damien nods curtly.
“You’re worse than monkeys. I’d say it gets better but no, not a chance.”
“If you two have a problem . . .”
“Relax, it’s not possible for one human being to switch his moods like you, dear brother.”
Damien rolls his eyes and I change the subject.
“You two look good. How cute you always try to match.”
“We don’t do it on purpose,” they retort. During the ride to the club, I make fun of Alex as we lob snarky comments at each other.
Damien finds a parking space, and he grabs my hand as we walk toward the entrance. The doorman and Damien shake hands. We’re led to the VIP lounge where Filip, Chloe, and Sarah greet us. After quick embraces, we take our seats and order our drinks. Everyone else orders alcohol, but Damien and I go for water, an energy drink, and a non-alcoholic cocktail for me. The air is sultry, the music in full swing, and hundreds of bodies move on the dance floor. I savor the light brush of our knees and kissing each other without worrying who might see. It’s what I like about clubs—hundreds of strangers, dim light mixed with thumping music that offers a sense of privacy.
