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CHAPTER THREE
Ava
Sitting in a private area in the VIP section, all I could do was sit in silence, feeling all eyes on us. My heart was thumping a little unsteadily in my chest, sipping nervously on the drink that he had gotten for me. I glanced over at Brigham, seeing he was to savoring the glass of Scotch, a pleasant, but unreadable expression on his face. His short blonde hair was slicked back, but was a little more ruffled, leaving him with this messy hairstyle. His blue eyes were the color of the morning sky, instantly drawing me in. He wore this black suit, making me feel a little bit curious as I wondered what he could possibly do to wear a suit like that.
“You know, I might mistake you for flirting if you keep staring at me.” He teased softly, his eyes finally meeting mine.
Feeling my heart go a pitter-patter inside my chest, my cheeks felt hot, seeing the dangerous lust in his eyes that made me feel like he was going to eat me up if given the chance.
“Sorry,” I whispered, wishing the alcohol would hurry up and kick in so I didn’t make a fool out of myself, “I’m just not used to a hot guy wanting to talk to me.”
I mentally wanted to smack myself as I just admitted to him that I thought he was hot as he chuckled, gazing at me with those sinful eyes. Being that handsome should be a crime, I swear. He’s going to make me have a heart attack.
“Should I be offended?” He asked me, his voice practically dripping sex with each husky word that came out of his mouth, “you’re drop-dead gorgeous, beautiful, any man can see that.”
To hear him compliment me felt really nice, but I still had that sinking feeling inside of me, “I’m sorry… but it’s hard for me to believe you.”
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and for a second, I wondered if I should have just kept my mouth shut, but those worries quickly dissipated, “why do you think that?”
Why is he asking me that?
“It doesn’t matter,” I told him, feeling that it was the truth.
I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore, afraid of what I was going to see. I heard the clinking sound of the glass being set down, and it made me think that he was going to stand up and leave. My jaw clenched, fighting the urge to reach out and ask for another chance, to not sound like a fool. When I felt the dip in the seat beside me, I was instantly startled, my head snapping around to see that Brigham had sat down beside me, an unreadable expression on his face. I didn’t even hear him move…
“Brigham.”
His name came out of my mouth so softly that I wondered if he had even heard me. I couldn’t read what he was thinking, and it was nerve-wracking. I wished to ask him what he was doing, why he was looking at me like that, but my eyes were drawn to his lips. They were full and inviting, and I was tempted to feel how they would be against mine.
What a wicked temptation.
“You don’t know me.” He grumbled, eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke softly to me, “but I want you to know now, I am not one to just let things go. If someone is making you feel that way, I would like for you to tell me. Maybe I can help you in some way.”
“I don’t want to scare you away with my insecurities.” I admitted to him, kind of wishing that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole, “I know you probably don’t want to hear me complain about my crappy life.”
Brigham reached out, gently taking my hand as he squeezed softly, “don’t worry about that. Nothing of what you say can drive me away that easily. I promise you that.”
I couldn’t help but be sucked into those beautiful blue eyes, seeing the promise there that he was showing me. I’ve never been one to trust so easily, but I had a feeling that he would not lie to me. It was a strange feeling indeed, and it made me open up to him about everything.
Maybe I needed to vent to a stranger.
Maybe I needed more.
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I’m not sure how much time had passed, but as it got later in the night, Brigham and I seemed to be getting a lot closer. Neither one of us was drinking much as everyone around us got sloshed, drinking pretty much water as we talked about everything, and it was actually quite nice. I knew that he was hiding a few things, but I didn’t expect him to just come out and tell me. I admitted to him about how my parents abandoned me, and although I loved Sasha and am grateful for everything that she has done for me, I don’t feel like I belong anywhere. Her friends are only friends with me because of her, and how they treat me like crap.
How I don’t feel pretty because I am always being compared to them.
I knew that I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t the wanted one. Sasha has had everyone that she’s ever wanted, and it was the same pretty much with her friends. It’s true that I’ve never wanted anyone yet, but it made me wonder if I did. What would be the case? Would they want me too or would I be compared to everyone else and then lose out? It was a hard thought to process, but it was just how things were.
“The club is closing in fifteen minutes.” The person over the intercom said, the music dying down for a slight moment, “please start gathering your things and your party, and start preparing to leave. Music will officially cut off in ten minutes.”
Brigham sighed, finishing his glass of water, “well then, I didn’t realize how much time had passed. It seems the night is ending.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little crestfallen, not wanting the night to end, “well, it doesn’t have to end here.”
He looked up at me, a smoldering heat in his eyes, “oh? What do you have in mind?”
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but I just felt like I needed to, “we can still hang out now. My apartment isn’t too far from here.”
I knew what I was insinuating, a little afraid because I’d never done this before, but I couldn’t just let him go. I felt like if I didn’t bring him home with me, I was never going to see him again. And I didn’t want that.
I wouldn’t have it.
And when he simply nodded his head, holding out his hand to me as he rose to his feet.
I knew I had won this battle.
