AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Brendan: Are you finished being mad at me? Your behavior is childish.
Me: I broke up with you. Remember?
Brendan: Over something stupid.
Me: Sorry, not sorry. I'm tired of taking a backseat in your life while you focus on everything else.
Suddenly, I collide with a brick wall, and my drink falls forward.
"Well," says a deep whiskey smooth voice. "That was unexpected."
I look up, and heat rises to my cheeks. I didn't hit a brick wall; it is a wall of muscle. My heart skips a beat as I look at the man.
He has an athletic build, and I can see the outline of muscles beneath his fitted white shirt. His light hair falls across his forehead, and he has a strong jawline with defined cheekbones. He fixes his bright hazel eyes on me. His clothing perfectly combines casual and refined, with a tailored blazer over his shirt and designer jeans that fit him just right.
I look at the large wet patch on his shirt. "I'm so sorry." I tuck a lock of red hair behind my ears. "Text messages from my boyfriend-I mean, ex-boyfriend-distracted me."
He chuckles. "Don't worry about it." His gaze lingers on me for a few moments before stepping back. "Nice dress."
I'm wearing a low-cut blue dress that hits me mid-thigh. The thin straps cross between my shoulder blades, leaving my arms bare. "Thanks," I reply.
He holds out his hand and introduces himself. "I'm Evan."
I take his hand, warmth radiating through my body at the touch of his skin. "Cassidy."
Evan smiles and rakes his eyes over me again. "Want another drink?"
"I'm getting drinks for my friend and me."
He nods slowly. "Put them on my tab."
I arch a brow. "What's the catch?"
He laughs. It’s a deep throaty laugh that sends shivers over my body. "No catch."
I'm taken aback by his generosity. Nevertheless, I agree, and we walk towards the bar.
We talk as we wait for our drinks; Evan is a successful entrepreneur passionate about travel. He's lived in many cities worldwide and has experienced various cultures. I can't help but be drawn to his stories and confidence. Part of me knows this man is a player, with a different woman in each city he travels to—probably more than one woman.
Finally, we get our drinks, and he carries the tray of shots over to the table where Shae sits, waiting for me.
"Hey, Shae. This is Evan. He graciously agreed to pay for our drinks."
Shae smiles, and the gleam in her eye tells me something is up. "I just saw a friend that I haven't seen in ages. I want to talk to her, but I'm not about to leave Cassidy alone."
I narrow my eyes at my friend, who winks at me. Shae downs a shot.
Evan says, "Why don't I keep her company." He places a hand around my waist. A bold move, but I don't move away.
Shae grabs another shot. "Perfect! I'll be back in a little bit." She wiggles her fingers at me in a wave, teasing me. "Oh, and Cassidy loves to dance," she adds, before walking away.
"Is that so?" He laughs as he pulls me against him. "Then let's head to the dance floor."
I relax a bit and follow him. For years my life has been all about school. My dad sent me to the best high school, even though it was a boarding school in Connecticut. When I got to college, I focused on doing well and landing a good job. My ex-Brendan was just as focused as me, but I still made time for him and valued our relationship. It turned out that I cared way more about us than he did.
"Don’t do that," Evan's voice brings me back to the present. "No thinking about your ex."
My eyes widen. "How did you know I was thinking about him?"
