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He walks down the steps, taking each step carefully and with precision. Maybe he really is my opposite. I’m reckless and careless. I’ve never really thought things through before jumping. And now here I am paying the price for that.
“You ready?” he asks me once he’s closer.
I whisper a quick yes before Damien’s brothers stand beside him. Wow, they’re really something when they’re all together. I now understand the impact the Trifecta has.
“Let’s do this,” Axel and Ben say at the same time. The three of them walk away while I stand next to Emma and Clara.
“Yeah,” I say, willing to agree with anything they say at this point.
“You know Damien’s single,” Emma says, winking at me before going back to staring at her fiancé.
Clara, Emma, and I watch as they walk in unison toward the front door of the club. It’s undeniable that they’re the sexiest men I’ve ever seen in my life. And even though they’re supposed to be triplets I can pick Damien out easily.
“I’m so proud of them,” Emma says.
“I am too.” Clara smiles after them, and I get a feeling this grand opening means more to them than just owning their own club.
Screaming comes from the backdoor. Two beautiful women run over circling Emma as they can’t contain their excitement. “This is so exciting.”
“Shayne, these two crazy girls are Sindy and Lacey, my best friends,” Emma says, still in the middle of them.
“Oh, she’s pretty,” Sindy says.
“Have you ever danced?” Lacey asks.
“What?”
Emma rolls her eyes. “Leave her alone you two. They’ve been trying to find someone to replace me in the Triplets since I quit.”
“She’s our bartender,” Clara says, hugging the girls with a hello kiss to the cheek. “I’m so glad you made it.”
“We’re opening the doors.” Damien’s eyes meet mine and I feel almost like I’ve been zapped.
“It was nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll take you up on dancing if Damien does decide to get rid of me.”
“Oh, you’re Damien’s,” Sindy says with a smile.
Before I can deny it, Damien yells over his shoulder, “Shayne, get behind the bar.
The club is crammed with women. I’ve worked at busy bars before but this is insane. I’ve lost count of the amount of martinis and cosmos I’ve made in the past couple hours. I’m trying not to be pissed that everyone but Damien has come over to the bar to check on me. I catch glimpses of him mingling with the customers, but he’s never looked over at me. Women run their fingers all over him and his brothers. A heavy weight fills my stomach. I have to stop myself from pouring the wrong drinks for women I’ve seen touch him. I’ve never been petty before but it seems to be something I’m doing now.
“Can I get another one of those amazing lemon drops?” Clara asks, squeezing in between two women. She smiles brightly at me and I can’t stop reciprocating it.
We both watch a woman squeeze Ben’s arm, and Clara rolls her eyes at how obvious she’s being. “How do you handle it?” I ask, handing her a drink.
Clara makes sure the women surrounding her aren’t listening, “It took me awhile. Out of the three of them, Ben was the one, well let’s just say, Ben didn’t mind the perks of being a Trifecta and reaped the bounty.”
I want to ask her about Damien and just how much bounty he’s reaping but I keep my mouth shut.
“I was jealous, but Ben wore me down. I know he loves me, and he won’t do anything disrespectful to hurt me. I won’t lie, it took a long time to trust him. But he’s never given me a reason to doubt his loyalty.”
Before I can ask her anything else the lights dim. The whole crowd screams making any other conversation impossible. “What’s going on?”
Clara screams before she winks at me. “You might want to pour yourself one of these.”
“Why?” I scream back.
“You’ll see,” she mouths.
The music drops low, the bass picking up and thumping through the crowd. It’s bouncing off the walls low and sexy. Emma runs up to Clara and takes a sip of her drink. Everyone’s eyes are on the stage. It makes me glance around, before the lights on the stage flash and I realize some men are about to dance.
How am I supposed to work with men strutting around in little shorts. Thank god it won’t be Damien up there.
But, before I can even really think about anything else the curtain lifts and there he is.
Damien.
Damien in a tuxedo.
With a smile aimed right at me.
I’m in trouble.
I have to hold onto the bar to keep my knees from giving out. Nobody’s ordering drinks, thank god, as the Trifecta move on stage in the sexiest dance I’ve ever seen. Which is good because at the moment my limbs aren’t capable of functioning. If someone ordered a drink from me right now I’d be fucked. Damien undoes his bowtie, pulling it off in slow motion. His jacket goes next, revealing the white undershirt holding his body like a jealous lover. My mouth drops open as he unbuttons each button, showing off a body of hard muscles. He’s not in a hurry, even with the women screaming at him, to go faster. Muscles I barely got to appreciate in his SUV slowly appear.
