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"I'm just doing my job."
"What you're doing is being a good for nothing piece of shit, prying on other's happiness to make a living, and it's pathetic."
He can't fight me because I'm bigger and stronger than he is. When I plant him outside the bar, he turns around like a good boy and skulks away. I dust my hands as if I just took out the trash and turn back to the bar.
I cross the sandy wooden floors to where the rest of the wedding party are and put on my most charming smile when I step around Marc and Thomas.
“Ladies,” I say.
My eyes fall on her, and my heart skips a beat.
“Jenna?” I ask. I can’t believe it’s her. She's a blast from the past—blonde hair, green eyes, a mouth that would make any man sit up and beg. She looks even hotter than she did in school. She's grown up.
Fuck me.
“Brett,” she says tightly, and her eyes spew fire.
It’s been a decade since I’ve seen her. The last time we saw each other, she was furious with me, telling me I had ruined her future. She was feisty then, a slight thing with a temper and claws.
She’s still petite, and she still has that fire in her eyes. When she stands, her movements are elegant. She wears a white dress that makes her tan skin look more bronze than it is. Slender legs disappear under that skirt and the dress is cinched at the waist, showing off her curves.
Her face is stony and she clenches her jaw.
“This is Brett,” Stacey says. “Brett, this is—”
“We’ve met,” Jenna snaps.
Stacey raises her eyebrows. It only takes her a moment to put two and two together. Girls talk about fucking everything. “Is he…?”
“The one and only.” Jenna clenches her jaw. “Who knew the world could be so small?”
Marc and Tom look confused.
“What’s going on here?” Marc asks.
“Jenna and I went to school together,” I say. “She used to date a buddy of mine.”
“Until you decided to tear it all apart." Her words are laced with venom.
“Hey, you can’t blame me for choices he made,” I say hotly. “It’s not my fault—”
“Of course it’s your fault. You wanted to split us up. You tried the whole damn year we were together.”
She’s seething. She just about hates me. Nothing’s changed, in other words. Except that her anger and hatred turns me on just as much as it did back then. Her words are clipped, and her eyes shoot daggers at me.
And all I can think of is what it would be like to grab her and kiss her. My cock punches up in my jeans and it takes everything I have not to reach out and run my thumb over her lower lip.
I want to nibble on that lip. I want to do a lot of things to her.Holy shit, I want her like I wanted her back then. When Noah had her. When she was the girl I could love from afar but never have.
“Hey, let’s just calm down, okay?” Stacey says. She shoots Jenna a look.
“Good idea,” I say. Jenna glares at me, her green eyes bright. “First round is on me; I’m headed to the bar.”
“I’ll join you,” Marc says, and after taking orders, we head to the bar together. We walk to the round bar and I lean on the wooden countertop, etched with scratches and scrapes after years of use.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Marc asks after I give the barman the order and he starts mixing drinks.
“We knew each other a long time ago,” I say.
