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CHAPTER ONE
BLAKE
Another night of club hopping with my brother and our friends.
I'm becoming jaded about the partying and the women always coming on to us. Going out used to excite me with the noise and the ladies vying for my attention. Now, not so much. The music seems too loud, and all the lights are giving me a headache. And the women become more aggressive as the night goes on. I used to not mind it, actually liked it at one time.
I sit in the VIP section and observe my brother and his friend deciding which women will go home with them. I've had enough. Things aren’t the same since my oldest brother, Noah, found the love of his life and settled down. I know change is inevitable, but I don't like it. I miss him being with us, or maybe I'm just getting tired of the same old scene. I get it. Amber makes him happy. I'm thrilled for the jerk, but I've never felt this restless before. I need something different, but I can't figure out what it is.
I look over at my brother Rob. We both have similar traits. There is no denying that we are brothers. Our dark looks and muscular frames are almost identical. I'm a few years older and wiser, but otherwise...
There are two blondes vying for his attention. He's got one chick on his lap with her skirt pulled up so far her underwear is showing, and her barely-there shimmering top is held up by strings. Another woman is leaning over him, giving him a direct view of her breasts. He's grinning like a fucker on Christmas Day. I'm sure he'll be taking both women home tonight.
I wave to garner his attention.
"I'm out of here," I tell him.
The only way I can tell he hears me is by his subtle nod. His eyes haven't left the chest of the woman leaning over him. These days, one chest is just like any other, especially when they are all fake.
I head toward the side entrance to make my escape. I can make a clear getaway without being noticed. The front door has too many paparazzi outside. I text my driver, so he will be waiting for me. I keep my head down and push through the crowd. I'm almost to the door when I hear a struggle. I shouldn't stop, but it will torment me if I don't. I am not a jerk, and my mother has always taught us boys to help those who need it.
So, I stop and look around the dark back hall. Hard to make out anything until I see a guy's back in the corner to my left. I'm unable to tell what he's doing and can't see around his body. It can’t be good, though.
I walk up to him; he doesn't notice me. It might have something to do with him holding a woman against the wall. The guy is big, but he's still shorter than me. The woman struggles to break free from the jerk, but he's holding her against the wall with both hands. I'm ready to pull him away from her when she suddenly brings her knee up and connects with his balls. The guy instantly lets go and drops to the ground, holding his nuts in his hands. I almost feel sorry for him, but he deserved it. My balls hurt just watching him.
I look at the woman the guy is harassing. She is gorgeous. Not the typical blonde-bombshell look, either. For starters, she's a brunette, not usually my first go-to. Her gorgeous long hair falls halfway down her back and has a little wave to it. She is taller than average with those long legs that make me bite my tongue to stop me from saying anything inappropriate. Her whole body is lean and graceful. My eyes take in everything about her. The most obvious thing is that she's all natural. No plastic surgeon has touched her, no reason to if the subject is already perfect. Her dark brown eyes are on me.
Neither one of us has said anything; we’re too busy checking each other out. I finally realize I need to speak.
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"
The question is sort of funny since the guy is still lying on the floor groaning in pain. I step around him to stand closer to her.
"Name is Blake. Yours?"
I need to know her name before I take her back to my place. Most of the time, I don't even care to find out the names of the women I hook up with, but this time feels totally different.
She looks up. She’s tipsy but not far enough gone to where she wasn't able to handle her attacker.
She glances down at the guy on the floor, then back at me.
"I’m Lily. I need to get back to my friend."
"I'll escort you."
She twirls her hair around her finger before she moves down the hall. She misses a step, so I grab her by the elbow to help steady her. We proceed.
On the way, I stop one of the bouncers. Former football player or cage fighter.
"There's a guy lying on the floor in the back hallway near the side exit. He needs to leave and not come back."
Before the bouncer leaves, Lily grabs his arm. "He grabbed me coming out of the women's bathroom."
I want to go back there and beat the crap out of him myself.
He doesn't wait around. He and another bouncer head for the back hallway, so I know he’ll be taken care of. If he doesn't end up in the hospital.
Lily looks concerned. I try to calm her.
