When he closed the space between us, I chuckled. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that.”
“I’m hoping you’ll give me something else.” My mouth dropped, but he quickly added, “Your number. Things are over with you and Falcon, right?”
My head shook. “Yes, but . . .” Seeing as I couldn’t tell him the only reason Isaac was cool with that was because the relationship was fake, I grew quiet.
“I’ve been waiting on my chance with you for years, and I promise if I get you, I ain’t letting you go as easily.”
I couldn’t deny the sincerity in his eyes and tone, and Luke seemed like he was a good guy. That was why when he took my hand into his and kissed it, I didn’t immediately recoil.
“Send me a message on IG, and we’ll take it from there,” I offered, to which he smiled and nodded.
“Bet. I’ll hit you up in the morning. Maybe we can do brunch.”
“Okay, cool.” I agreed as he pulled me in for a hug.
When he released me, my eyes shifted around the kitchen, landing on Falcon. I wasn’t sure when his ass had even come in here, but there he was, standing there with a frown and rigid body like I was wrong. Like he didn’t just have three strippers climbing in his lap. Ignoring him, I set my empty plate on the island and excused myself.
I went upstairs to the room I occupied when I was here. Seeing the pink walls and décor made me smile. As frustrated as I’d been with my brother lately, I couldn’t deny that he tried. He made sure this room was fit for a princess and that I was as comfortable as possible here. I did miss how things were between us when I first moved in with him, but between him taking Senior’s side and trying to put women on Falcon, he was back on my shit list again. I didn’t know if he was trying to make sure whatever was going on between us was over or if he was just being an asshole, but either way, I was going to take some time to compose myself before leaving.
Now, I was even more grateful that I’d rented a suite at the Rose Valley hotel. It was literally a couple of blocks from Falcon’s place, but it wasn’t his place, so that was a win. Even with him telling me I could stay with him until my home was ready, I could already tell things were going to be weird now that the season was about to start. I had to remind myself that these parties, this team, were not my safe space. Not my vibe. Not my people. Not anymore. Isaac ran this show, and until he was sure things were completely over with me and Falcon, there was no tellingwhathe’d do.
In the bathroom, I splashed water over my face. Because the truth was, seeing Falcon upset had both confused and arousedme. Being in the same space as him had aroused me. Seeing his eyes on me had aroused me.
But it didn’t matter.
We were over.
If he wanted me, he would have claimed me.
Instead, he willingly agreed to us parting ways, and that told me all I needed to know.
“And fuck him for that,” I muttered. “It’s not happening. It was real, but it’s over. He doesn’t want you anymore. Get over it.”
My exhale came out long and slow. I took three more deep breaths before drying my face and heading out. As soon as my eyes landed on Falcon sitting on the edge of the bed, I shrieked and jumped.
Why the hell was he so damn light on his feet and quiet?
And why was he even in here?
And why was my body reacting to him?
Logically, I knew I had no right to be mad at him, but I was. With a roll of my eyes, I headed toward the door, but before I could make it, Falcon was on his feet, grabbing my arm and pulling me close…
Chapter
Twenty
Falcon
I was losingmy fucking mind.
All night, I tried to play it cool and keep my distance.
One woman after another I rejected, whether she came to me on her own or was sent by Isaac. It was pure hell watching Eli, being in her presence, but still feeling so far away from her. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. It may have been easier to stay away, but my eyes and heart had a mind of their own.
A nigga could admit my ego was a bit bruised. She was making it look easy as fuck to move on from me. First, she didn’t put up a fight about the relationship being over. Cool. Then, she moved out. Now, she was at this fucking party and hadn’t said more to me than a friendly hi.
What was her problem?
