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“You do know I’m fucking her, right?”That is the furthest thing from letting it the fuck go.
“You’re full of shit.”
I shrug, knowing I can’t go too far with the lie.And for all intents and purposes, I could be fucking her. If I weren’t so stupid. Or honorable. I don’t know which one I am at the moment.
“Fine, don’t believe me. But make no mistake, Kennedy Burkethe Fourth,”I draw his name out. “Ava. Is. Mine.”I walk away from him without another glance back, and I can only hope I didn’t make a huge mistake.
You definitely did, Jackson. Ava is going to kill you.
I make my way over to Ava, preparing to make my exit, hopefully with her in tow. “I’m going to head out,” I whisper in her ear.
She frowns and looks up at me with those bright eyes that can bring me to my knees in an instant. “But you just got here.” Her bottom lip juts out, and I rub my thumb across it.
“Come with me?” I ask, and she surveys the scene, looking around at her friends, who all seem to be teetering on the edge of blackout.
“Come with you…where?” I see the mischief dancing in her eyes.
“Wherever you want. We can go to your place or…mine?”
She bites her bottom lip, and my cock twitches in appreciation. She presses her hands against my chest and looks up at me. “Jackson…”
“Please, Ava. We should talk.”
“About what?”
I scan the club, and I know it’s only a matter of time before someone interrupts us. “Can we not do this here?”
She twists her mouth as if she’s contemplating her decision before nodding once. “I need to say goodbye to my friends…and Kennedy.”
“You don’t owe that asshole anything,” I growl, and she frowns in response.
“I guess it probably doesn’t look good that I’m leaving with you…,” she trails off. “Maybe I should just text him.”
“Great, let's go,” I tell her as I yank her out of the large room and down the long hallway before she can change her mind. We’ve taken two steps outside when I hear Ava’s name being called behind us.
Shit.
She spins around, and I know this is not going to end well when Kennedy comes strolling out of the club. “So, you were just going to leave without saying bye?”
“I’m sorry, Kennedy; I’m just a little drunk, and I think it would be best if I went home.”
“Withhim?Ava, I would feel better if you’d let me take you home.”Feel better? As if I’d ever hurt Ava. Ever.
She looks up at me and furrows her brow. I can hear her thoughts:Why did he say that? I know you’d never hurt me.“Kennedy, I didn’t want to make you leave early just because I can’t hold my liquor. It’s fine; Jackson was leaving anyway.”
“I’ll bet he was.” He snorts. “Ava, can I talk to you alone?”
Fuck fuck fuck.“Ava, there’s a cab,” I whisper in her ear, praying she doesn’t give Kennedy the chance to talk to her.If I can just fucking get her alone, I can explain what happened and why I said it. But if he tells her, I’m fucked.
“Five minutes?” She puts her hand up, and I let out a breath. I think she can feel the anxiety radiating off me. She turns her back to Kennedy and looks up at me. “I’m leaving with you,” she says, and I’m not sure if I’m imagining the breathiness of her voice, but it doesn’t stop my cock from rising upward in response. “But let me just take care of this.” I think I can hear what she’s saying:I choose you. So, let me go let him down easy.Or maybe it’s all in my head.
I let out a deep breath before I tuck a hair behind her ear. “Okay.”
I watch as Ava and Kennedy stand several feet away from me. Ava glances at me a few times, but I can’t exactly see her facial expressions. I see him walk away from her and back into the club, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I see her walking toward me. I open the car door for her, assuming she’s going to slide in when I see her hand flying through the air, and then I feel her hand across my cheek.
Fuck! She knows.
The peanut gallery of people still in line to get into the club respond with a round of various “ohs” and exaggerated “damns.”
