“We don’t really.” she says before I can. “I’m Amy’s, Amelia’s, best friend. Sai and I met at her party the other night.” Kennedy’s smile is no longer light and friendly. She stares daggers into me. I’m about to say something, maybe remind her of all the times I had her grinding against my cock, when the room erupts in applause. Amelia Tekin makes her way down the stairs in an extravagant ball gown, like some debutante. “Excuse me, please,” Kennedy says then makes her way across the room to stand at her friend’s side.
“Now that my friend is a sexy piece of ass.”
“What?” I turn to Ravi.
“Kennedy, she’s fucking smoking. I cannot wait to get a taste of that if you know what I mean, and I just might if I play my cards right.” His eyes roam over her like the predator he is.
“Stay the fuck away from her.” I growl.
“Sai, are you serious? Is something going on between the two of you?”
Is there? “No, I just mean she’s Amelia’s friend, so you can’t toy with her.”
He throws his head back and roars out a, slapping me on the shoulder. “You want her, don’t you?” I look across the room, and there is no way I can deny it. I want that woman writhing beneath me.
“Too bad you’re engaged. She’s fair game, man.” Ravi grins as the women make their way across the room toward us. Kennedy doesn’t even look my way, which irritates me, and Amelia looks like a pig being led to the slaughter. The woman hates me, and the feeling is mutual.
I lean in to kiss Amelia on the cheek once she’s standing in front of me. She flinches slightly but holds her composure. “Good to see you again, Amelia. And might I add you look stunning. You both do.” I say looking over at Kennedy who I know is pretending she can’t hear me. “Shall we go through to the dining room?” I loop Amelia’s hand in mine and grit my teeth when Ravi does the same with Kennedy. They’re laughing about something, and it makes my jaw clench.
I pull out Amelia’s chair wait for her to take her seat, sitting opposite her at the massive table with Ravi next to me. Kennedy sits beside Amelia, and my eyes never leave her. She’s flushed in the cheeks, and that just makes her look more breathtaking.
A waiter comes around with champagne flutes, and I ask for something stronger. If I’m going to sit through this shit fest, I might as well be drunk through it. When my bourbon arrives, I knock it back, earning me a wide-eyed stare from Kennedy. Amelia shifts uncomfortably in her chair.
“What are the chances that my best friend is engaged to yours?” Ravi asks Kennedy over the din in the room. “Might end up being a double wedding.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, tiger. It’s a small world, though, that I agree with.” She smiles at him, completely ignoring me.
Tiger. The fuck?
Tekin makes a speech at the end of the table, welcoming everyone. I barely hear a word he’s saying, trying to listen in on Ravi and Kennedy’s conversation which always seems to make her giggle. He’s a smooth operator that I know. Amelia looks about as bored as I am.
“So, what is it that you want to do, Amelia, now that you’re home?” I know my voice is dripping in sarcasm. I spot my father at the far end of the table, his eyes boring into me. I already know what she does. I know where she studied. I know everything about her, including her bra size, but I want to make conversation and not seem like I’m not making an effort.
“I graduated in art, so I’ll probably look into managing a gallery,” she says politely as she looks at her hands. She knows women like her aren’t going to pursue anything. They’re born to be wives to men like me. They will spend their days at home, with nannies taking care of children while they get drunk on gin and tonic. My second drink arrives, and I take a big swig of it.
“Oxford, right?” I ask. Amelia nods.
“Impressive. And you two met there?” My eyes move over to Kennedy, my glass waving between them.
“Yes, we did,” Kennedy says, a fake smile plastered on her face.
She doesn’t want to be here, it’s obvious. But I want her here. Looking in those violet eyes fuels my need. I enjoy making her nervous. I know she wants me as much as I want her. Ravi may think he has a chance, but this woman gets wet for me, and me alone. It was my lap she was grinding on, me that she thought about while she finger-fucked herself. Thinking about her with anyone but me creates a rage inside me like a caged animal that is trying to break free. It pounds against my chest over and over again. I barely know this woman, but she’s already creating a monster by simply existing.
“You seem to be lost in thought there, Sai.” Kennedy says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Oh, just wondering how someone with your upbringing get into a university like that?” I know what pushes those buttons of hers.
Ravi jabs me the ribs. I cock a brow at him. “It’s just a question.”
“My upbringing?” Kennedy sneers. Her eyes are dark when she looks at me, her jaw set, “I got in pretty much the same way thousands of other people do. Hard work and determination, which is probably something self-righteous assholes like you know nothing about.” She’s defensive and angry, and it entertains me to see her like this.
Amelia looks as if she wishes the ground would open up and swallow her. To be fair, that’s what I want too. Then I wouldn’t have to keep up this farce, and I could go back to doing what I do best. Having any woman I want, when and how I want them. But all eyes are on me tonight, and I need to behave if I’m going to slip that ring on Amelia’s finger. It doesn’t change the fact that I want to fuck her friend across this table, though.
“Kennedy graduated at the top of our class, I’ll have you know. She’s a brilliant artist and will be opening up her own gallery soon.” Amelia brags in her friend’s defense, her back straight. Kennedy looks at her friend like she shouldn’t have said half of what she did.
“Good on you, Brit.” I laugh as I down the rest of my bourbon signaling for another one.
Her brows knit together. “Thanks, Turk.” she snarls.
