A door opens then shuts, placing us back in silence as she stares at me, her hands still visible on the table.
“I see the way you watch me. I know.” She gets up, her hands sliding over the table as she begins to touch me. I don’t stop her as she slides her hand over my chest then down to my pants buckle where I am hard for her.
“This would like me very much.” She squeezes slightly then smirks before she pulls her red manicured hands back and sits down. “So, as I was saying… I propose we fuck.”
“No,” I reply, shaking my head.
She pokes her bottom lip out in a pout, then pulls it back in and sucks on it. “You are such a buzzkill.”
“Kat…”
I don’t turn to that voice, but Kat does.
She stands, her shiny red dress glimmering in the light, and I watch and love every fucking curve it shows.
This woman will be the death of me.
Rochelle, Kat’s sister and the woman who’s currently got my brother whipped, stands at the door. “We should go.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kat says.
I feel Rochelle’s eyes on me, and I turn to face her, her stare is hard. “Hi,” she says, but I don’t say it back.
Marcus walks up behind Rochelle and slides his hand over her hip. He nods, and I turn back to Kat, who’s standing in front of me.
“My offer stands.” I smirk at Kat and don’t bother answering.
Rochelle reaches in and grabs her sister, then pulls her out of the club.
Marcus stands behind me, not leaving. “You don’t have to be such an asshole. She isn’t going anywhere,” he says, referring to Rochelle.
“That doesn’t mean I have to like her.” And I don’t. Well, kind of. I don’t hate her, but I have a history with her. Or should I say her friend who I don’t want to be reminded of but am every time I look at her. Plus, she’s changed my brother. The one constant in my life is now her constant.
That makes me mad.
“I love Rochelle,” Marcus says.
I’ve never heard those words leave his lips before, and I’m stunned to my very core. My hands grip the glass in my hand, and I can’t move. “And I love you, too.”
Managing to finally breathe again, I turn back around. And when I do, he’s gone. In his wake, I get one last look at a pair of sinful lips that promised me she would make me pay.
A few months ago.
A flash of red walks through the door. Why the fuck is she here? She shouldn’t be here, but I can’t seem to look away either, even when I know I should. She throws back a shot at the bar with Snow, who smiles at her as if she’s some fucking ray of sunshine. I shake my head and finally manage to glance away, but fuck that’s hard to do—to look away from her.
“Who invited the other sister?” Marley asks, nodding to where Kat’s currently seated. ‘Kat,’ what a fucking name.
“Who fucking knows.”
“She seems like trouble.” I look back at her and see she’s smiling. Kat licks her lips, and her eyes manage to find mine. I can tell the minute she locks onto me because she grabs a drink and makes her way over to where I’m seated.
“Hot stuff.” She sits right next to me, her legs crossing together making her dress rise up her sexy fucking thighs. Then she leans in, and I have to remember to breathe something other than her enticing scent. Because she smells like fucking poison. A poison that can seep its way into my veins and strangle me if I don’t keep my distance.
“Not here with little sis?” Snow asks as he sits opposite us. She leans in a little closer, and I can’t help myself as I reach out to touch her. I shouldn’t because my head isn’t clear and I don’t want her.
Dammit! That’s a lie.
I want her.
I want to bend her over and pull on that fucking sweet red hair and make her scream my name.
My cock twitches at the thought.
“She’s coming to get me.” I turn to her sweet voice, and when I do, we’re almost nose to nose. She’s inches from my lips, and when she licks hers, I want to put my hands around her throat and hold her to me.
“Prez.”
Before I stand, I lean in as if I’m going to kiss her. Kat’s breathing picks up and she pauses. I want to kiss her, but I don’t. Instead, I pull away, managing to head to the front where I know her sister Rochelle is pulling up in her car.
“Déjà vu,” I say as she slides out.
“Yes, another one close to me, I’ll have to save from you,” she has the cheek to say as she walks over to me.
I quirk my lips at her smart-ass mouth. “As long as you don’t get this one killed, we’ll be fine.”
Her eyes narrow, and she clenches her fists. “This is my sister, and she will not have anything to do with you.” Rochelle crosses her arms over her chest.
“I haven’t killed you because Marcus loves you. Don’t make my brother hate me because I found the need to end you.”
Kat giggles as she walks out, stepping right up to me and leaning her body on mine as she looks up to her sister. “Rochelle, how come you never invited me here before? I love it.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” Rochelle tells her.
At least we agree on that.
I turn to Kat, hope sparkles in her eyes and I’m about to crush it. Because the last woman I liked is now dead. “Your annoying sister is right. Don’t fucking come back.”
Kat seems to straighten and sober all at once. “What the fuck?” Her eyes turn to angry slits as she steps up to me. “Did you really just say that?”
“Yes. Now, fuck off,” I say, pointing in the direction for them to go.
Kat shakes her head, steps closer, and I watch in fascination as she reaches down, and her hand cups my cock. “I’m going to break your fucking heart, Blaze, and you’re going to enjoy every single moment of it.” Kat smiles, then turns and walks away as if she didn’t just threaten me.
Silly girl.
Chapter Two
Kat
Now
I haven’t always been high maintenance, I swear. But the older I get, the more I feel I need to be, and the more I couldn’t care less about what people think of me. I do what makes me happy, which is why I dragged my sister away from Marcus for the day to get our nails done, since last week did not go to plan.
I had a plan.
A big plan.
I need to make Blaze Stone love me.
Why, you ask?
So I can break his fucking heart.
He is proving to be troublesome in the love department.
I don’t even know what it is about him that draws me in. I don’t play with men like him. Or maybe I should? The last man who I believed was good ended up being a one-night stand, which resulted in me falling pregnant. And when I finally found him—which my family doesn’t know—it turns out he’s the ultimate player and doesn’t give two shits.
Keeping that to myself was not only for me but to protect Annabelle. She doesn’t need to know her father—or should I say sperm donor as a better term for him—is an asshole. No, she should have better. So everything I do for her is to be better.