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“Beggars can’t be choosers,” he says, plopping on his couch to check his phone. “We’ll leave soon. I have a few more friends meeting us at Good Times.”
He glances over his shoulder and looks at the girls, then lowers his voice. “So, you gonna tell me what has you so tense or pretend nothing’s wrong?”
I finish the beer off in another big swig and answer. “Drew left to hang with Mia on her break, and I’m stuck dealing with his little sister for two weeks. It’s fucking torture.” But not in the way he thinks.
He laughs and sits up. “Viola? She's single again? How’s she been? Still hating your guts?”
He looks a little too happy to be asking about her. His question about a boyfriend catches me off guard, and I feel like such a dick for not knowing the answer. Is she dating someone? My jaw tightens, and it’s not lost on him. He raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, she still hates me, and I don’t know about the other stuff. We’re not friends. We don’t stay up every night talking about her fucking life,” I say truthfully between gritted teeth. Everyone knows she hates me because she doesn’t keep quiet about it.
“She’s so fucking hot. If Drew wouldn’t go batshit crazy on me, I’d totally hit that,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows as if he’s Viola’s type.
“She’s off-limits,” I growl, almost a little too protectively.
“Damn.” He laughs and finishes off his beer. “I know you’ve been best friends for decades, but for a moment there, I thought you actually channeled Drew. It was frightening. Don’t ever do that again.” He’s joking with me, but there was nothing funny about what I said. Viola is off-limits, the end.
I exhale through my nose as he walks off and try to calm myself. The girls come into the living room and sit on the couch around me. They chat about the night and the guys that will be there, and I’m already bored. Blondie is a little too confident in her red miniskirt and low-cut shirt, but I play along. She seems like the perfect distraction for the night.
“I’m Amber,” she says, grabbing my phone from my hand and programming her number into it. I knew I should’ve password protected it.
I give her a smirk. “Thanks, babe. I’m Travis.” When the words leave my mouth, she beams. Pet names must be her thing. I grab her hand and drag my bottom lip across the top before I kiss it. Her friends walk away taking the hint, and she moves in a little closer and places her hand on my inner thigh. For a second, I wonder if she likes to get her hair pulled. Once the thought crosses my mind, the image of Viola against the refrigerator, my naked body pressed against hers, flashes in my mind.Fucking fuck! She’s ruining my game.
Jason returns with two more beers. “So, you’ve met Amber,” he says, handing me another Heineken. I drink it as fast as I can. The quicker I get wasted, the quicker Viola will leave my thoughts, or at least that’s what I hope, and maybe I’ll be able to screw her away.
Jason makes small talk to kill the time, but I can’t concentrate on his words. Amber’s a filthy little thing, and she’s actually doing a good job of keeping me distracted. Her hand rubs across my thigh, and if no one was here, I have a feeling she’d be on her knees taking my dick in her mouth. I can tell by the way she’s been eye-fucking me for the past thirty minutes. Four beers down and I’m starting to feel the effects. My body is relaxed, and I feel good, not worked up like I was when I arrived. Before I crack open another beer, Jason announces it’s time to head out. Our Uber driver is almost here, which is probably for the best, considering we’re already tipsy.
The parking lot at Good Times is full as usual. Most people my age come here on the weekends to let loose after a long week. The thick bass rumbles so loud it’s heard outside. Girls arrive in their scandalously short skirts and dresses, and it makes it so much easier to forget about Viola, or so I think. I have my arm around Amber and hers is around me, and we walk inside laughing. She’s trying to hold a stupid semi-drunk conversation that means absolutely nothing to me over the loud music. Jason waves to a group of dudes over in the corner, and I realize I’ve agreed to join a sausage fest. Great. Thank fuck for the girls Jason brought along to fill the table. They each find their dude for the night, and the only man out is Jason. He’ll find someone here, I’m sure of it.
Amber excuses herself to the bathroom, and I walk to the bar for another drink, but this time, I want something with a punch, so whiskey will be my poison for the rest of the night. I need more alcohol so I can fall asleep on my sheetless bed and dream about nothing. I lean my back against the bar and scan the room. Lots of beautiful women are here tonight, and I smile, knowing I could bring anyone of them home…until my eyes land on ViolafuckingFisher walking through the door.
I exhale slowly when I see the scandalous outfit that shows just enough skin to make her desirable but not seem easy, compliments of me. She turns back and smiles at the bouncer whose gaze is lingering on her ass just a little too long, and that’s when I notice she’s hanging on a dude’s arm like an ornament.
What in the hell?
CHAPTEREIGHT
VIOLA
I’mhappy that Travis isn’t home after I return from tutoring. I thought it’d be better if I asked everyone to meet me at the library instead of being in a house with a crazy naked man. I could’ve given back his clothes, but that’s too easy. Me and easy won’t ever go in the same sentence, so I drove to the library with a shit-eating grin knowing all his clothes, sheets, and pillowcases were in my trunk.
When I returned, Travis was gone, and I felt like I could breathe again. Earlier, he had taken my breath away, and my body betrayed me once again. If I weren’t a Fisher and he weren’t asshole King, maybe things could be different, but they can’t and won’t, especially with our past.
As I cozy up on the couch, hoping for a quiet night full of romance books and alpha males, I receive a text. I reach over to see Courtney’s name.
Courtney
Can I cash in on those drinks tonight? Good Times is having Ladies’ Night!
As much as I don’t want to go, I think it’ll be good for me to get out of the house. She’s also leaving in two days, so I want to spend as much time with her as I can.
Viola
Sure. How’s 9?
The later we head out, the sooner we can head back home.
Courtney
