Chapter1
Silver
My palm was itching to smack that stupid ass grin right off his face. This was supposed to be a celebration for me and instead it had turned into a nightmare exactly thirty minutes ago when he had arrived and interruptedmy party.
“Do it, do it, do it!” My friends began to chant cutting through my thoughts.
A growl tore loose from my lips. I wasn’t chicken shit and I dared anyone at this birthday party to call me that.
I waved my hands to shush them and then I picked up my fifth shot of the night. I was down but I wasn’t out.
The tequila slid down my throat smooth as ice and a roar went up.
“And that’s why people, I was that drinking champ our freshman year,” I held my hands up in the air while giving my head a shake, fighting back the urge to run for a nearby bathroom.
“Aht, aht!” My college roommate Chyna looked over at me. “You know the rules, girl!”
“For the record, I hate this incredibly stupid game, but yes I know the rules.”
We had made up this dumb ass game freshman year for whoever’s birthday it was, you would get six shots and a dare. My ass was fast approaching my last shot, until only a dare would be left.
“Break, I’ve got to use the little girls room,” Mya my former suitemate danced in her spot.
“Thank God,” I rolled my eyes.
Girl you’re about to puke with your lightweight ass,I thought.
Everyone started talking and mingling. There were so many people at the party that I didn’t know but I’d been gone from Houston for a while. Chyna and her husband Paul had insisted on throwing me a “small” birthday bash.
While every was talking, I made a beeline for the party snacks and picked up some carrots. I had allowed myself one piece of cake tonight. The camera added thirty pounds and I was in front of one a lot due to my job as a sports journalist.
Picking up a couple of carrots onto a small pink and black polka dotted plate, and pinch of ranch, I forced myself to eat. I could feel his eyes boring into mine but there was no way I was going to give him an inch.
I hate that son of a bitch,I thought.
Chyna slid up next to me and handed me a drink.
“Girl, I don’t know,” I said after snapping into a carrot. “That last damn shot almost did me in.”
I wanted to gag just thinking about it.
“It’s your favorite,” she shrugged.
“Is it dirty,” I waggled my eye brows.
“Dirty as fuck,” she cackled and sipped on her own drink.
I laughed along and my lips tried to find the straw to the drink. Before I knew it, I was sucking down the tangy drink. A hint of mint hit my nose just as the lime danced on my tongue.
“Damn this is good,” I murmured.
“Girl,” Chyna hunched me with her shoulder while I was mid sip.
“What?”
“I know you saw Killer Kels come through that door,” she chuckled.
Nope,I thought.
