I repress the anger bubbling in my chest. This is the third time he’s rescheduled an important meeting.What the fuck is D up to?
Things have been a little rocky between me and Damien since Talia started dating Cam. Not sure why, but Damien has always had my back, so why stop trusting him now? I text him back one word—fine—and make a note to get in touch with him soon.
My phone buzzes again in my hand with a new text. Already annoyed at my interaction with my best friend, I can’t help rolling my eyes as I read who the latest message is from.
Alessia:Hey sexy. Come by tonight for some action. I miss you.
My skin crawls at the thought of seeing her. I need to cut the girl loose. She’s caught feelings. Feelings I do not reciprocate. This is exactly why I don’t kiss the women I fuck. They get the wrong idea. In a moment of drunken weakness, I didn’t pull away from Alessia when she kissed me the last time we were at the club hanging out.
I know it’s a dick move, but my fingers fly across the screen and hit send before I think better of it. Better just to rip off the Band-Aid.
Sorry, A. Won’t be coming through anymore. I’m not interested in more. Hope you find what you’re looking for.
I then block her number and ignore the pang of guilt sitting like a weight in my stomach. I’m such a dick. At least I didn’t ghost her like the last chick who caught feelings.
That’s an improvement.
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Nico
Ipulluptothe side entrance of the hospital in my black Rolls-Royce Wraith and wait for Talia. I’d have preferred to drive the Porsche, but Talia thinks it’s too flashy and the seats are uncomfortable. She just doesn’t get sports cars. I don’t share the same issues. I love cars.
The faster, the better.
Talia texted that she’d be down soon, so I lean back and close my eyes.
Aside from the low purr of the engine, the car’s cabin is silent. It’s been a while since I’ve had a migraine, but I can feel it creeping in around the edges. My scalp feels sensitive as if the roots of my hair hurt and everything sounds too loud.
My eyes fly open at the cacophony of laughter coming from outside and search for the disturbance.
With a tote bag over her shoulder, Talia stands beside two women, chatting about something. I watch as the woman in pink nursing scrubs waves goodbye and walks towards the parkinggarage, leaving Talia and the other woman behind. My sister and the other woman—who are both dressed in regular clothes—continue their conversation.
Not wanting to rush Talia, I sit back and give her another minute to finish talking. Out of curiosity, my eyes slide over to the unfamiliar woman and down the length of her body.
Holy fuck, she’s hot.
Curvy in all the right places, she’s wearing light-blue jeans that cling to her flared hips and a sexy little white baby tee spread tight across her large chest. The caramel highlights that run through her chestnut-brown hair shine in the sunlight.
My cock twitches in my jeans. I should feel like a perv for checking her out so damn hard, but I don’t. Without trying, she’s got my attention.
As if she can feel my gaze, her eyes snap to mine.
My heart rate shoots through the roof as we stare at each other through dark-tinted windows. She can’t see me, but I can see her amber eyes flicker orange, like embers in a fire, begging for me to touch the heat.
She mumbles something to Talia, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her mouth as her pouty lips move. My sister looks over her shoulder and grins. She nods, then gives the woman a goodbye hug before she walks towards my car.
Hoping to get a better look at the stunner of a woman, I step out of my car and rush to Talia’s side. Behind my sister’s back, the woman shoots me a hostile glare, spins on her heels, and marches off to the parking garage.
What the fuck?
My dick is a masochist because he twitches again at her aggressive scowl. Or maybe it’s the way her plump ass sways as she walks away from me. Either way, I’m hot for the woman with no name.
“Nic,” Talia calls out.
Ignoring the strange feelings the mystery woman stirred up, I focus on my sister. She’s smiling from ear to ear at my presence. My mouth turns up, matching her smile.
“Sorellina.” Little sister. “How was work?”
