Page 31 of Dangerously In Love


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Brandon comes around to the back passenger door and our eyes lock. We take each other in. Brandon looks excruciatingly sexy tonight. I swear the duffel bag he carried into my apartment possesses an endless supply of clothing. Tonight, he’s dressed in a charcoal colored suit, sans tie, the top three buttons undone. He looks like any other club dweller tonight and not like a bodyguard, which I know is the point.

Other women will certainly take notice of him tonight. Hell, I practically swallowed my tongue when I saw him in my living room before we left. I remember reading somewhere that suits are to men what lingerie is to women. Whoever said that knew what the fuck she was talking about.

Brandon is filling this suit out quite nicely, and that’s made me mad all over again. He rejected me due to our age difference and fear of what Asher thinks.

I can tell my outfit affects Brandon as well. My double-breasted, black blazer dress stops mid-thigh, and with my foot healing, I opted for matching black pumps. I also took time to flat iron my curly hair, and the straightened locks hit at the middle of my back.

Brandon tried hard not to react when he saw me, but I could see in his eyes that I looked good.

Brandon only clears his throat as he offers his arm to help me out of the vehicle. The cold air hits my legs, and I yelp. Thankfully, I only have to cross the street and will soon be in the crush of warm bodies.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Reid’s message is from two minutes ago.

I’m outside waiting for you. Can’t wait to see the sexy little number you have on *demon emoji*

My “relationship” with Reid consisted of three things: sex, more sex, and partying.

Maybe a few dinners thrown in between, but nothing else mattered with him and me, but I found that lately I want more.

I look over to Brandon, who is keeping his gaze away from mine, scanning the people surrounding us. Staying hyper aware and vigilant tonight.

“Reid says he’s in the front waiting for me. Just around this corner,” I say to Brandon.

He still doesn’t look at me, just grunts his understanding.

“How long do you plan to be out tonight?” Brandon asks.

This is the most he’s said to me in hours.

It’s my opportunity to really mess with him. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll have to escort me to Reid’s place tonight.”

Brandon clenches his jaw so tight I swear his teeth click. “Ava, I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” he says, dodging us around a drunk man stumbling on the sidewalk and holding onto the outside wall of the club.

“Why not?” I goad him. I want him to say the words.

It’s not a good idea because I want you.I take back everything I said in my office.OrI don’t give a damn what Asher thinks.

Brandon doesn’t answer. Just shakes his head. “Do you really expect me to stand outside like some guard dog while I wait for another man to finish fucking you?”

Brandon’s hold on me tightens. I don’t let it intimidate me in the slightest. I step closer to him, so our bodies are lined up, and I enjoy the breath he intakes when my breasts brush his chest.

“You’re the one who won’t let me out of your sight. If I decide to go home with Reid or any other man in this club tonight, what you’ll be doing is the least of my concern.”

Brandon’s nostrils flare, and I can’t help my small smile, knowing I’ve won this round.

“Don’t make me drag you back home,” Brandon says, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard before. He’sbig mad, and I’m enjoying this way too much.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t fucking tempt me, Ava.” Every time he says my name in that gorgeous accent, my knees get weaker.

Before I lose the upper hand, I continue towards Scorpio’s entrance.

We approach the entrance, and I see a tall blond looking down at his phone. “Reid.”

He turns at the sound of my voice and approaches me, arms wide open and says, “Babe, it’s been too long.”

I return the embrace, and before breaking apart, Reid’s face turns to capture mine in a kiss, but I quickly evade and let him catch my cheek. Kissing Reid doesn’t feel right after kissing Brandon. Not for any morally superior reasoning, but just because… How can another kiss match the intensity Brandon and I shared?

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