A slow grin creeps across his face. “Then I ask again tomorrow.”
I groan, but there’s a laugh behind it. “You’re insane, you know that?”
He rolls to his side, that wicked grin still tugging at his mouth, and I bring my hands up, ready to play.
It won’t matter who wins tonight.
Because when it comes to Matthew Grayson, I never really stay long enough to win.
Chapter One
MATT
Ten Years Later
May
I stare downat the brown liquid in my glass, wondering how many more of these it’ll take to forget the fact that she’s getting married—and didn’t fucking invite me.
My friends are there. So are the people I call family. But me? Nope. I’m here, at my nightclub in New York, wallowing.
It’s not that I care she’s getting married. Whatever.
It’s that I’ve known her my whole damn life. She was my first crush, first kiss, first fuck. My first everything.
The vibration in my back pocket breaks through my spiraling thoughts. Jensen’s name flashes across the screen, my best friend and brother in every way that counts. He’s there right now, and the last thing I want is to hear how great her big fat Greek wedding is.
I send the call to voicemail and flip my phone face down on the bar. It’s too damn loud in here anyway.
The bass thrums from below, my club’s dance floor pounding from the basement, but the lounge up here stays classy. Dark wood, softlighting, expensive whiskey. A place meant for mingling, celebrating… and finding someone to take your mind off things.
I knock back the rest of my drink and scan the crowd, searching for tonight’s distraction. A group of women laugh in the corner, and from the looks of it, it’s someone’s birthday. My gaze catches on a blonde in a short, revealing dress with adirty thirtysash draped across her shoulder, the birthday girl.
She’s hot.
I lean back against the bar, glass in hand as she bends over a coffee table, giving me a perfect view down her dress. My cock jerks in response, eyes glued to the curve of her tits.
As she stands, her friend whispers something in her ear. The blonde looks over, catches me watching, and flashes a flirty smile before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
Typical reaction.
A slow smirk tugs at my lips. I don’t look away.
She’s the one who breaks eye contact first, turning back to her group.
Option number one.
Her friend’s hot too, though...
I’ll keep my options open.
My thoughts circle back to Jensen’s call.Why the hell would he be calling me?
I glance down at my Rolex. It’s close to midnight. A Greek wedding can go for hours, but maybe it’s over and he and Alley are heading back to their hotel.
Which means Jordan and Richard are…
I scrub a hand over my face before that thought finishes. Then I step behind the bar, reach for the Macallan 25 on the top shelf, pour another two fingers neat, and let the burn settle behind my ribs.
