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Nope. I lied. This one takes the prize. Because now, I’m officially single, jobless, homeless, standing in my awful stepmother’s kitchen, on a holiday I loathe, talking to my ex-boyfriend and the girl he cheated on me with.
…And they’re engaged.
Just to repeat myself, I would literally kill for a glass of wine right now.
I stare at the huge diamond in a daze, blinking and not really able to find words.
“Isn’t it huge?!” Shellie gushes.
I just nod dumbly.
“So?” She arches her brows at me, still beaming that annoyingly chipper smile at me like we’re friends. Like she didn’t completely knowingly sleep with my boyfriend.
“So…what?”
“Any news on your end?”
I frown.
No, Shellie, in the two months since Ken left me for you, I somehow have not managed to get engaged.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
My frown deepens, and I’m trying to find words, when suddenly, there’s a deep, rumbling, sexy as fuck voice behind me.
“Yeah, she is.”
I whirl, and come face-to-face with…a chest. A very broad, very muscled chest with a fitted, tailored dress shirt pulled tight across it. My eyes drag up, over the crisp white linen, over the top button open at the neck. Over the super-hot scruff on his chiseled, defined jaw, and over perfect, tantalizing lips. My eyes drag higher, over a sculpted nose and Armani-model cheekbones, and when they land on those sharp, ice-blue eyes, my breath catches in my throat.
Whoa.
Tall, built, and totally gorgeous, and I have no idea who he is.
“She’s with me.”
Those eyes lock on mine, and those perfect lips of his curl slightly at the corner in this roguish grin.
Uh, yes please?
“I—”
“There you are, babe,” he purrs out, his eyes still locked on mine as he moves right into me. His hand slides across my hip, making my pulse skip and my skin tingle. I blink rapidly, staring at him, my heart hammering in my ears as everything else just sort of tunes out.
“Oh, uh…hey,” Ken stammers out. But the tall dark and sexy guy standing right in front of me doesn’t seem to even acknowledge him.
“So, you two are…”
This time, the man looks up, his eyes landing right on Ken.
“We are,” he’s says evenly. “She’s mine.”
Those big arms circle around me, my breath catches as he pulls me right into him, and my hands land on that perfect, muscled chest. He leans in, and the whole freaking world melts around me as those gorgeous lips of his crush against mine.
He kisses me slow and deep. Sparks explode through my head, fire erupts through my body, and I melt into him, losing track of everything else before slowly, teasingly, he pulls away.
“Let’s go, baby,” he murmurs. “Nice meeting you,” the man says offhandedly to Ken and Shellie, his eyes still on me as he takes my hand, turns, and starts to pull me away.
I have no idea who he is, or where we’re going.
…And I am so okay with that.
Chapter 2
Reece
“Thanks for the save,” she says quietly once we’re away from whoever the dick bag was that she was talking to.
“Anytime.” My eyes stare right into her emerald green ones and I’m lost. That gorgeous red hair falls like fire around her face, and it takes more control than I’ve ever managed to stop myself from grabbing her, tangling my hands in that hair, and just fucking kissing her again.
Kissing her, and then carrying her to the nearest empty room so I can tear her clothes off and devour every inch of her.
This is new to me. Feelings like this, and feelings like this that hit this hard. I’ve never looked at a woman and felt the fire erupting inside that I did the second I laid eyes on her from across the living room. I’ve never been floored, and felt my heart jump into my throat like that. I’ve never looked at a girl and felt my heart thunder and my cock swell rock hard in seconds.
And I could read her body language, even if I couldn’t hear what she and that douchebag were saying. I could see the way she froze up, and how her hand closed to a fist.
That’s when I stepped in. That’s when I said fuck it and just kissed her. And I’m pretty sure life is never going to be the same after having just done that.
She blushes, her teeth raking over her bottom lip in this way that’s way sexier than I think she intends it to be.
“Well, I’d say buy a girl a drink first, but…”
I smirk.
“Want to get a drink?”
“Desperately,” she blurts out, blushing as I grin. “But, no booze in the house. Lynn’s rule.”
I frown. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Huh.” I reach into my pocket for the little metal flask of bourbon.
…Hey, if I was going to get through a god-awful holiday like fucking Thanksgiving, I knew I was going to need it. Thanksgiving for guys like me, or for guys like my best friend Gavin? Well, it sucks.
