My dick stirs back to life from her tone and the hidden meaning behind her words, and my mind flashes back to that night, when she dry-humped me and came for the first time in her life.
“You,” I whisper, leaning in closer and pressing my lips to the corner of her pretty mouth. “Me,” I say, peppering kisses to her ear. “Bed. Now.”
Smiling up at me, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.
CHAPTER 48
BROOKES
“Last Resort” by Papa Roach blares through the speakers of my Ferrari as I come in hot at Marina Mirage, pulling up to the valet with a skid of my tires that causes heads to turn.
Hopping out of my car, I toss the attendant my fob and slide off my sunglasses, linking them into the neckline of my t-shirt as I walk up the steps and into the restaurant that sits overlooking the million-dollar yachts moored in the marina.
People turn, unabashed in their assessment of me, but I ignore them, keeping my chin high and my focus straight ahead as I navigate the maze of tables. I’m not in the mood for this shit. I endured thirteen holes with Jonesy this morning. And, don’t get me wrong, I love that man, but I’m fucking exhausted and my already limited patience is at an all-time low.
“Here he is.” Blake stands, holding his hand out in greeting.
My hand itches with the need to knock him out, but I somehow refrain, ignoring his proffered hand and walking around him to take the seat next to Cam.
Obviously affronted, Blake tries to play it cool, smoothing his hand down the front of his button-down and clearing his throat, returning to his seat and opening his folio. As soon as he’scomfortable, he looks up from his papers, meeting my hard stare, and the asshole actually has the nerve to balk, looking at me like I’m the one with a fucking problem. My knee bounces beneath the table as anger roils through me.
“Can I start you with some drinks, fellas?” A waitress appears, smiling directly at me like there aren’t two other people seated at the table.
“I’ll grab a scotch on the rocks,” Blake says with a slimy smirk, his predatory gaze raking the waitress from head to toe. “And we’ll take a bottle of the 2019 cabernet for the table, cutie.”
“No, we won’t,” I say quickly.
Blake rears back, somewhat confused it seems.Idiot.
I force a smile that doesn’t meet the look of disdain in my eyes. “I’m an alcoholic, remember? Anaddict.” I arch a brow while wondering how long it’s going to take this asshole to realize exactly why I’m pissed. But he’s always been a clueless bastard.
“We’ll have a bottle ofsparkling waterfor the table,” I say, smiling politely up at the waitress. “Andhe’llhave a mocktail.” I spear Blake with another derisive once over. “With a pretty little umbrella.”
Blake looks from me to Cam and back again, like he has no idea what’s happening.
“So, was that one mocktail, or one for everyone?” The waitress looks around the table, genuinely confused, her finger hovering over her service tablet.
“Just the water’s fine,” Cam mutters from beside me, shifting in his chair again.
The waitress leaves, and I continue glaring at Blake, relaxed back in my chair, arms folded across my chest.
“What’s going on?” Blake asks, looking again to Cam. But he’s out of luck. Cam can’t help him now.
“I called you both here today because I have news,” I begin, still looking directly at Blake.
“What is it, Brookes?” Cam asks, genuinely concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine.” I shrug a shoulder, still staring at Blake. “Fucking better than fine, actually. Perfect.”
“Cut to the chase, Brookes,” Blake says with a bored sigh. But he’s not fooling me. I can tell by the way he’s twisting his gold pen through his fingers, he’s nervous as shit.
“I want you to terminate the contract,” I say, glancing at Cam. “With Poppy.”
Cam’s eyes go wide. “W-what happened? Is everything… okay?”
“Like I said,” I continue, smiling from him to Blake and back again. “Everything isperfect.”
Blake’s eyebrows knit together.
