Page 7 of Hearts Storm

Don’t even think about saying no. You’ve been working too hard.

MIA

Plus, you owe us after bailing on drinks last week.

Fucks sake. These two are relentless.

Smile tugging at my lips, my fingers fly over the keys.

Since when do I owe you anything? I was sick.

ARI

Sick, my ass. You were hungover from that bottle of wine you drank all by yourself.

MIA

She’s not wrong.

Fine. Club Karma. But I’m not staying out past midnight.

ARI

LOL. Whatever you say, Cinderella.

Goodnight, you two. Hope the bedbugs bite.

MIA

Bitch

ARI

Suck it

Setting my phone down on my nightstand, I turn off my lamp and snuggle in, dreaming about broody eyes and smirky lips.

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“No fucking way! Holy crap, Rey! Don’t look now, but there’s a certain hottie standing at the bar, smoldering the hell outta you,” Mia bends to yell in my ear over the loud thump of music, swinging her hips as her drink sloshes over her hand.

“Well, tie me up tight, Daddy! Who the fuck is that?” Ari crows, materializing on my other side. Both are blatantly drunk-staring, while I try keeping my glance to a subtle side-eye. “Wait! Is that who I think it is?”

Sweat beads my brow when I see Dark & Broody—the same guy who was eye-fucking me at work last night—standing at the bar, eyeing me over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip.

My focus falters when another guy sidles up next to him. It only takes a second, but my heart squeezes when I recognize Hot & Smirky.

Holy shit. Seriously? What are the chances?

A sense of déjà vu hits when Smirky leans over and says something to Broody, which causes him to frown.

Seems to be an ongoing theme of his.

When Smirky catches my eye, a slow grin forms before he starts heading my way.

“Oh. My. God! It is!” Ari squeals, making me cringe. “You’ve got two on you. Again! Lucky, bitch!” Ari laughs manically before getting swept away by a tall, lanky guy that’s been latched onto her for most of the night.

“Get it girl,” Mia winks and heads back to our table.