“Excuse me,” I hear a sexy voice say from behind me. I turn to the chair to see long as fuck legs making a path up to a very hot body that leads up to full lips, wide, chocolate bedroom eyes, and long blond hair. My alcohol hazed eyes see the girl I haven’t stopped thinking about for months. “I was wondering if you’d like to dance with me?”
Christian smirks with a raised brow. “Love to, Darlin’,” I answer as I throw back the rest of what I think is my sixth drink.
With my hand pressed to her lower back, I guide her to the stairs that lead up to the dancefloor. I watch her ass the entire way loving the view. We make our way through the crowd and begin to dance. I run my hands up her body, press my nose and mouth against the curve of her neck while we move with her back to my front.
But nothing I’m seeing is the girl with me. It’s the girl who’s over two thousand miles away. Somewhere in the back of my Jack Daniels induced haze, I know this isn’t Tori. But fuck she’s all I see. That damn girl haunts me everywhere I go.
I contain a low groan in my throat as I begin to picture Tori in all her fucking glory being the one moving her hips against my dick. I imagine that sultry voice she has moaning my name. I picture those come-hither eyes of her dilating with the lust she has for me.
After several dances and a lot of sexual tension building, I find myself in a dark corner in the back of the club. The girl’s hands are all over me. Our lips crash with a vengeance. Images of Tori continue to flash in my mind. The alcohol in my veins makes it impossible to see anything other than Tori’s face. To picture her hands sliding over my body, gripping me closer to her.
“Fuck, Tori,” I groan.
“Melissa,” she says with a moan, making me pull away. I look at her, still only seeing Tori’s face. Not understanding why the fuck she just said that. She sees the confusion in my eyes. “My name. It’s Melissa. Not Tori.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I understand what she’s saying. That she is not the girl I’m seeing. But all I see is Tori. The girl with the tattoos and fire and has put me on my ass twice now.
Ring. Pound, pound. Ring.
The sound jolts me up in my bed. I grip my head to quiet the jackhammer living there.
Ring. Pound, pound, pound. Ring.
“Goddammit, I’m coming,” I grumble as I fight to stand against the spinning.
Memories of last night come to me in flashes. A lot of alcohol. Some girl I thought was Tori, and-.
Fuck. I walked away.
That’s never happened before.
I stumble out of the bed naked as the day I entered this world to the front door. I don’t give a fuck who’s there. If they don’t want to see, then they shouldn’t have come.
I swing the door open to find Jax standing in front of me. Of course, it’s Jax. He takes me in with a smirk as he walks past me. “Good morning, sunshine,” he says loudly like the fucker he is. “Fun night?”
“Something like that,” I grunt through the pounding in my head I grab a pair of shorts slung over the back of a chair in the living room and pull them on. “What are you doing here?”
He barks out a laugh that makes me wince at the pain in my head. “You really tied one on last night didn’t ya? How much did you drink?”
I think. The number five pops in my head but I must’ve miscounted along the way because there is no fucking way that five mixed drinks got me that wasted. “More than I thought I did,” I admit.
He leans back against my counter while I make my way to the fridge for a bottle of water. Hydration is what I need. His lips curl on one side in amusement as his eyebrows do that weird thing they do when he’s being an asshole. “Anything interesting happen last night?”
“Not a damn thing,” I tell him as I chug the water down.
His smug grin grows as if he knows something I don’t, but just stands there without a word. I fucking hate when he does that. He needs to just spit it out already because this hangover is not making me my usual cheerful self.
His eyebrows keep doing that weird ass thing where they are almost pointy. He keeps smirking. But he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps fucking smirking.
“WHAT DAMMIT?” I finally yell as my patience reaches its limits. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP SMIRKING AT?”
He throws his cocky fucking head back in full laughter. I don’t think I ever realized Jax had so many goddamn teeth. His damn mouth is wide open as he cackles like a fucking hyena.
“Heard from a little birdie that somebody actually walked away from a very willing woman last night.”
“That’s why you have that fucking smirk,” I snap. “So, the fuck what if I walked away? I wasn’t feeling it.”
“Or maybe someone’s twin got in their head a little? Or – wait – maybe I was right months ago when I told you that you were fucked.”
