The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

I placed my arm across Jenner’s shoulders, his eyes already on me. “You’ve made my friends really, really happy.”

“And you?” His stare was boring through me.

I chewed on my bottom lip. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Monica joined the other two girls, squeeing so loud that I couldn’t stop laughing at them. But my demeanor immediately changed when Jenner’s mouth pressed against my neck, rising to my ear.

His hands continued their sexy assault across my body as he growled, “You’re going to have an amazing time tonight.”

He was making a promise.

One I didn’t doubt.

And one that proved to be true because hours later, when I was standing at the edge of the VIP box, staring into The Weeknd’s face, I couldn’t drop the smile from my lips.

I couldn’t stop dancing.

I couldn’t shake the tingling bursting through my body.

The Weeknd was belting out one of his most popular songs that Monica played on repeat in our apartment. My best friend was living her best life, and so were Court and Lex. The guys were moving around the box, eating the catered food, pouring drinks. And Jenner was behind me. Our bodies had been pressed together all night, swaying in sync like we had at the club.

“You weren’t lying,” I whispered to him after several songs. I pressed my face against his shoulder, inhaling his cologne, memorizing it. A scent that was spicy and crisp and unforgettable. “This is amazing.”

We were close enough that I could see the sweat on The Weeknd’s forehead, where the energy in the arena was pulsing through me, where I could feel the beat as though I were standing on a speaker.

But the concert wasn’t what made this night so special.

That was Jenner.

And this was an evening I would certainly remember forever.

“I’m glad I could do this for you.”

I gave him a quick kiss before Monica grabbed my hand and lifted it into the air, twirling me in a circle. Jenner released his grip on me, and Monica hugged me against her.

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun,” she said, dancing with me, finding our own rhythm. “But I have to tell you something. Whether you want to hear it or not, I just need to get it out.”

She was speaking directly in my ear, and I pulled back to look at her, trying to read her expression, judging where she was going to take this conversation.

“He’s the best.” She paused. “And the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

There was a tightness in my chest, a throbbing reminder that after tomorrow morning, everything would be different.

“Monica …” I shook my head, not knowing what to say.

But I agreed with her.

I just didn’t want to admit it out loud.

I didn’t want to put that kind of weight on the future.

“Don’t fuck this up,” she warned.

I swallowed, staring at my best friend, my heart clutching.

“Promise me?”

I nodded, giving her the best answer I could, and then I wrapped my arm around her and ground my hips against hers, getting her mind back on the music.

But that wasn’t where mine was.

Mine was on Jenner.

“Good morning,” Jenner whispered against my forehead.

I stirred awake as I felt his words move across my skin, my eyes not even having to blink with the sun barely peeking through the long, heavy curtains.

I didn’t know what time we’d eventually crawled into his bed last night, but it wasn’t all that long ago. Once the concert had ended, Jenner’s limo had taken us back to the hotel, and we’d all spent several hours in the bar before Jenner and I came up here.

“Morning,” I grumbled, nuzzling into his neck, trying to find my bearings. Talking this early wasn’t one of my favorite things, but our time together was so limited. I leaned up, checking the clock on his nightstand. “Ugh, I have to leave soon.”

I rested my face against his chest, running my fingers through the small patches of hair, my lids closing as I tried to burn this memory into my head.

How he felt.

The warmth of his skin.

The feel of his body on mine.

Because the moment I left, I didn’t know if I would ever get this back.

Or if I would ever feel this way again.

But if I kept this as a memory, I could return to it whenever I needed, whenever I missed him.

Even though I already did.

“I’m not looking forward to saying good-bye,” I admitted, regretting it the second I finished speaking. I tilted my face up to look at him. “I just mean, I’ve had so much fun with you.”

His fingers ran across my cheek and into my hair. “You’re the best thing I never expected to find …”

I didn’t know what that meant.