9

Barrett

“So much for having a few people round!” Connor slapped me on the back, spilling my macchiato across the marble counter.

“What the fuck, Connor?” Smoothing down my white shirt, I searched for any evidence of the spill. Lucky for him, it was clean.

“Shit, sorry!” he said, attempting to wipe up the spill but smearing it further around.

“Christ, give it here.” I grabbed the sponge from his hands and meticulously wiped it clean. Has he ever cleaned anything in his life? He was so undomesticated. It was pathetic.

“What a party, huh? Who knew girls could pull together a party in a few hours?”

After washing my hands, I sat back down on the stool. “You're kidding, right? The Diamond women are experts at throwing parties.”

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t realize Lourde had the gift. She managed music, catering, décor, and all in the space of six hours. Pretty impressive.”

“Did you have fun with Jess?” I shot up an eyebrow. Since I’d known Connor, we’d always tried to one-up each other on the women we bed. “And where is she?”

“She’s long gone. I sent her packing after we fucked for the third time.” He grinned. “She gave me her number. Apparently, she’s a doctor here. Who knew?”

“Are you going to call her?”

He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said.

I laughed. “Good for you, bud.”

I sipped on the rest of my remaining coffee. Fuck, it was cold. I needed to wake the fuck up and make another.

“How was…” Connor sat down, flicking through his phone.

“Scarlett,” I said, never forgetting a name. I pressed the button on my overpriced coffee machine. The machine purred quietly.

I turned around and grinned. “Scarlett was fucking amazing.” He didn’t need to know that when I closed the door, she stripped down to barely anything before she passed out, cold. She slept it off on my daybed by the window, then I sent her home with my driver before everyone woke up. He didn’t need to know I imagined it was Lourde stripping down to nothing in front of me. Fuck, no, he certainly didn’t need to know that.

“Oh,” he grinned, “Don’t we have it all?”

“That we do.”

Lourde rounded the corner. Dressed in satin shorts and a camisole that showed the outline of her tits, I dragged my eyes quickly to the scowl that was set across her porcelain face. She walked toward me, grabbing a cup. She put it beside mine under the coffee machine. “Well, so glad to hear you guys got your rocks off last night. Lucky for some, huh?”

I straightened. “Morning,” I said, keeping it light.

Since our exchange last night at the party where she tempted me, the minx couldn’t escape my mind, and I thought about every way I could take her in this house—on the sofa, on the cool marble counter, in my oversized shower, and even in the goddamn tub.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I grabbed my coffee from the machine and moved away from her. I had to leave before I thought about her anymore.

“Well, we weren’t drunk and out of our heads,” Connor said, not looking up from his screen.

“I wasn’t drunk.” She thrust a hand on her hip.

I widened my eyes, and she scowled at me. “Anyway, maybe I needed to let off a bit of steam, you know, with what happened and all.”

Was she glaring at me?

“Not with a stranger, sis,” Connor said, eventually looking up from his phone.

“He wasn’t a stranger.”

“What was his name?” I asked, lifting the lid off the glass jar filled with keto bites and popping one into my mouth.

Her scowl formed the slightest wrinkle on the bridge of her nose.

“It was Jax,” she said, folding her arms.

I laughed. “Sure it was.” She couldn’t lie if her life depended on it. “I think you mean Tom.”

“Whatever,” she huffed out, running her hands through her hair.

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