“Fuck off.” I turn my back on the stage, hitting send on an email and then tucking my phone into my pocket. “You know I don’t fuck the strippers anymore.”
“Yes, so very noble of you.” He chuckles, waving down Brandy from acrossthe bar.
She smiles big, adding a little extra sway of her hips as she walks over to him. Brandy has always had a bit of a crush on Soul. Most girls do. He’s charming and fun. Plus, he’s better at hiding his asshole tendencies than I am. Even if he’s no more committed to the women he fucks.
Brandy stops in front of us, leaning over the bar to show off her impressive tits.
“Looking hot tonight, Brandy.” Soul winks.
“You’re not so bad looking yourself.” She works her lower lip between her teeth, drawing attention to her mouth. “I’m off work in about an hour if you’re planning to hang around.”
“Fuck, you know how to tempt a man.” Soul smiles, but I know him well enough to see how fake it is. “But I’ve got shit to get done tonight. Club business.”
She forces a frown. “Let me know if that changes.”
“You know I will.” He winks again, and she pours him a shot of the same whiskey I’m drinking before walking away.
Soul flirts and fucks his way through this city, but lately, I haven’t seen him take a single girl up on her offer.
“What’s your deal, man?” I lift my glass, and he clinks his against it, downing his shot.
“Nothing.”
“Really? Because you haven’t dropped your pants for a single girl since…” My eyebrows scrunch as I try to remember the last time I know Soul hooked up with anyone.
It’s not like he’s discreet about it. Most of the time, he doesn’t bother finding somewhere private beforebending a girl over. He’s an exhibitionist and proud of it. But it’s been months since he’s even touched a girl.
“New Year’s,” I say finally, downing my shot. “You haven’t fucked anyone since that hot-ass brunette we met at the casino.”
“Don’t remember.” The fact that he avoids so much as looking at me tells me he’s lying.
“Really? You don’t remember?” I hitch an eyebrow. “Pretty blue eyes. Tiny pink dress. Nice fucking tit—”
“I said I don’t fucking remember.” He cuts me off, and I grin.
He sure as fuck remembers, but clearly, he doesn’t want to. “Damn, that girl got your panties in a twist. What the fuck happened? She that good at giving head?”
Soul takes a swing, and I duck just before he pummels me in the side of the face. He tries again, but Kansas catches his arm this time.
“You guys good?” he asks, letting Soul go. “Maybe take this shit outside before you ruin everyone’s night at the club.”
“We’re good.” I grin, not taking my eyes off Soul.
I’ve never seen my brother this riled up over a girl. And never protective over one. That’s a whole other level of giving a shit. Soul makes a point of not caring about anything outside of the club.
“We’re good,” Soul agrees, dropping back down onto the stool and taking the shot Brandy slides each of us.
This time, we don’t cheers.
“Have you seen her since New Year’s?” I ask, draining the shot.
He shakes his head, shoving aside his empty glass. “Nope.”
So he hasn’t seen her, and he’s still hung up on her? Interesting. If he was sneaking off to fuck her, I’d understand. But he’s chasing a ghost.
“Well, if you want me to have Tiffany cheer you up, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” I offer, knowing she had her eyes on him when he walked in tonight.
Soul laughs. “I’m good. Besides, I think she’s more interested in cheering you up.”
