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14
BRYN
I snap my eyes open,aware of a warm weight on my chest and unaware of how I got home last night. My head feels as if someone put it in a vice, the room spinning along with it.
I made it to my bed but not alone. The weight is a naked chick.
Shit.
I carefully extricate myself from the blonde-haired girl, recollections of last night filtering in. My jeans and shirt are piled onto the floor next to her dress and panties; no prizes for guessing what I got up to last night.
Crap.
I pull on my boxers and head to the en-suite. Closing the door, I knock my head against the wall. This is the second time in a week. Was I passed the mantle from the other guys when they finished their womanising ways? Making up for lost time now that I know Hannah strung me along for two years?
Not amused at myself, I head for a shower and replay the evening in my head as the warm water trickles over my aching head. A few drinks with Jax, Will, and Nate. We started mid-afternoon and the bourbon went down a little too well. Well enough for the guys to persuade me to go to the pub with them.
There were girls, obviously, but when did they arrive? What the fuck was I drinking? Wouldn’t be as bad if I could remember the sex.
I head out of the bathroom with a grey towel wrapped around my waist. The chick is dressed, perched on the edge of the bed in her crumpled black dress, blonde hair sticking out at the sides and make-up rubbed across her face. I think I remember this chick, somebody Jax knows? Cherry? Cherise? Something like that. I wipe a hand over my face. Nope, I don't remember her name.
“Hey,” I say warily.
“Bryn,” she says with a small smile, staring at my semi-nakedness with renewed interest.
“Um. Last night…”
She attempts to smooth her hair into order. “Don't stress, I don't expect anything from you. We're good.”
“Right.”
I tense as the girl approaches, and her subtle perfume triggers memories of her in my bed last night and there was nothing coy about her then. Running a finger along my naked chest, she gazes up at me from beneath thick, dark lashes.
“Unless you want to get together again some time?”
Shit. I can't keep doing this. “No.”
My abruptness doesn't faze her. “No problem.” She slides her feet into her black heels. “You're with that heiress anyway, aren't you?”
I groan. “No. I'm not.”
“It's cool. I know what you Blue Phoenix guys are like. I won't tell anyone.”
As I hastily show the chick to the front of the house, I pass a stunned looking Mia. The girl averts her eyes, but I give Mia a warning look. Following an awkward, muttered goodbye, I close the front door and rest against it heaving out a breath.
Mia stands with her lips pursed and dog under her arm. “I know I have no chance with you, Bryn, but stop being mean to me!”
“How am I being mean to you?”
“You know I like you and you keep bringing girls home! Noisy girls.”
I’m about to retort that at least they enjoy themselves but bite my tongue.
“And you're so rude!” she exclaims. “You just kick them out as if you can't get away quick enough. I don't know what's got into you!”
I bristle at her judgment. “Yeah, it's awkward when you're here the next day and they think I'm with you. When are you moving out?”
As usual, Mia ignores the question. “Well, I'm glad you said no to me now,” she retorts and walks away. “You’re turning into a manwhore.”
