“You slept with my fiancé?” Lucas’s voice was rising, and more than one person was glancing at our table. Eyebrows raised.
I grinned at them all.
Asshole. That was me.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I didn’t sleep with him. He was kind enough to buy me a few drinks and talk to me because I was upset after finding out my fiancé had gotten some other girl pregnant. But we didn’t have sex.”
I couldn’t help the surprised sound that left my throat. He had gotten someone else pregnant? He had obviously forgotten to mention that part. No wonder Darcie had been looking to drink away her problems.
“I need a drink.” He hissed, and I laughed loudly.
“I couldn’t agree more; what do you say, Darcie? Fancy having a little drink with us. What’s on the menu today? Beer or tequila? I have to admit watching you wrap your lips around a beer bottle has been one of the highlights of my week.” I winked. “One of them.”
“Go to hell….”
“Was there the moment you walked out sweetheart, teasing a guy like that should be illegal.” I slapped my chest.
I didn’t even know why I was teasing her, maybe because I wanted one over on my brother. Maybe because I didn’t like the thought of a girl as beautiful as she was being with a man like him when she had pretty much turned me down.
It didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You weren’t saying that last night, baby.” I licked my lips. And her face flamed again. Lucas’s face turned purple. “What the hell went on between the two of you?”
“I…” Her chair scraped the floor as she stood up. “I don’t need to listen to this anymore.” She made a move to turn away, and my eyes feasted on the round ass like I had on her tits just minutes ago.
“Darcie, here.” I dropped the ring she had left on the bar onto the white table cloth. The ring my brother had given her. “You dropped this after you kissed me. Thought you might want it back.”
“You kissed me.” Her voice was outraged, her cheeks pale.
“And you loved it. I thought of that breathy little sigh last night when I was …..” She didn’t let me finish.
“Both of you can go to hell.”
Chapter Three
Darcie
Only a person with the worst luck in the world would lock lips with someone to get over their fiancé’s infidelity only to find out they were related.
Either they would have the worst luck or be named Darcie Summers.
Stomping away from the table, I mulled it all over. It wasn’t like you could even tell they were related by just looking at them. They were complete opposites. One blonde and clean cut. And the other dark and well dark… Havoc exuded danger.
They did have one thing in common, though. They were both dicks.
“Hi, I need a room.”
The woman behind the desk glanced up from her computer screen, and for a second, she frowned. “Is the room you’re in not suitable, Miss Summers?” The frown disappeared, replaced by a very professional and very fake smile.
“The room is fine; I just need one for myself.” I hated explaining myself. Hated the look of pity that flitted across her face.
“There’s nothing…”
“Anything will do.” I waved my credit card in the air. “I just need a base so I can plan my travel back to the UK,” I added, giving her more information than she needed.
But that was me all over. I was a total over-sharer. I always had been.
