“Kyra, I’m not seeing the problem here. He is being respectful. He seems to really care about you. Why won’t you give the poor guy a chance?”
Why does everyone keep asking me this? Fuck!
“Well, what if he’s not as great as he seems?” I start to pick at the calluses on my hand from the weight lifting I have been doing with the girls.
“And what if he’s actually perfect for you?” Doctor Smith asks with her brows practically in her hairline.
I take a few moments to chew on the inside of my lip before I even make eye contact with her.
What excuse are you going to come up with now?
“I am terrified of getting hurt again.” My voice gets so quiet, I am sure she didn’t even hear me.
“I may not actually know Nyx or any of your friends, but I feel like none of them would allow him to hurt you. I bet his own damn brother would deal with him if that was the case.”
She’s not wrong.
CHAPTER 37
CALLUM
Another month has passed since the night I had to walk away from Kyra in the guest house. Tonight is the joint bachelor and bachelorette party for the guys and Nyx. I know she will be there, and I am not sure if I am ready for this, but I will go and pretend.
Standing in my room, I take a look at myself in the full-length mirror. Dark-washed jeans, with rips down the front, and I have a bright blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up just past my elbows.
Fuck, I look like a tool.
“Hey, Little Big Bro!” Graham comes strolling in and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “You look like Ky’s wet dream!”
I shove him away and start looking through my closet for something else to wear.
“Wait, why are you changing?”
“I’m trying to get over the girl, not be her wet dream.” Starting to unroll the sleeves, and Graham stills my hands.
“I know her and Nyx have been chatting. Wait until after the wedding to completely drop her.” The wedding is in a couple ofweeks, and we leave next Thursday to head up to the location for a little vacation before the event actually happens.
“Fine.” I storm out of the closet and spray some cologne on my neck before Graham pulls me out of the room.
Everyone is standing in the living room with shots in their hands. Kyra looks as gorgeous as ever. She is wearing a short black dress, covered in sequins that make her shine. The neckline drops so precariously low that she has to be taped into it, so she doesn’t have a nip slip. I absolutely cannot remove my eyes from her.
The months of training with Nyx and Aly have sharpened her curves. Her waist has tightened, but she still has an ass I would love to sink my teeth into, and that’s nothing compared to her tits that are defying gravity.
“Cal, get your ass over here!” Dee must have already started drinking because he is way too excited to be Demitri Meadows.
A shot glass is thrust into my hand with an amber liquid. It smells like whiskey. The cheap shit that they use just to get a quick buzz. Lifting the small glass to my lips, I shot the luke-warm liquid down my throat.
“Fuck, that is the cheap shit.” I spit out with a cough.
“Yup, the good stuff is locked up, dummy.” The booze smell is wafting off Dee as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“Okay, Brother.” Graham approaches from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water. “Drink this before we head out.”
It’s cute that Graham is not usually the caretaker in this house. But seeing Demitri let loose after the last year we had. It hasn’t been quite a year since they laid eyes on Nyx, but still, it’s been a wild ride.
“Car’s pulling up!” Graham calls out as he opens the gate with his phone.
We all file out of the house, and Kyra stands before me as the last couple of people to leave the house. Her blonde hair isjust a touch longer than normal, styled into gentle waves that fall just above her shoulders. Her gorgeous green eyes are lined with dark eyeliner and a shimmery dark shadow. Giving my sunflower a dark and sultry vibe.
