Chapter seven Kendra #2
“Please. We’re not at BBS he was the lawyer for my divorce.”
Noah looks at Henry.
“No shit?”
“No shit,” Henry answers. “When did you meet her?”
“At Denise’s show. We all ended up going. I think you had to work.” Noah reaches to the refreshment table and hands me a cup of punch.
“Really fuckin’ small world,” I mutter, and Henry raises his bottle in agreement.
We fall into an easy conversation, the other brothers and their girlfriends coming to join our circle.
Apparently, I’ve been dancing around this family for the better part of a year.
I still haven’t seen Damon, though. Is he not coming?
He’s the main reason I came tonight, wearing strappy sandals that kill my feet but make my legs look incredible, a flowy sundress a few inches short of respectable, and my curls out and popping.
If he’s a no-show after all that flirting, I really will hit up Daniela about her roommate.
I’m Kendra Fucking Gray! I don’t need to keep putting myself out there for a guy who doesn’t want me.
I chance another glance around the party, preparing my excuse to bail, when I spot him.
He looks good, wearing dark-wash jeans and a short-sleeved v-neck shirt.
More of his tattoos are showing tonight, running up his forearms until they disappear under his shirt.
From what I’ve seen of the other brothers, he’s the only one with ink.
Or maybe he’s just the only one with visible ink.
He’s still got the dreaded cross-trainers on, but this is one of the more stylish outfits I’ve seen him in.
He’s barely through the front door before some ho pulls him in for a hug.
I shake my head. I shouldn’t call her a ho.
I don’t even know her. But her dress looks like it’s painted on, and she’s pressing her whole body against his just to say hello.
Have I been barking up the wrong tree? Has Damon had a girlfriend this whole time?
If so, why the hell was he coming to all my events?
I clench my jaw. If he’s another cheating bastard, so help me—
Oh, wait. She can’t be with him because he’s holding himself away from her clinging body and scanning for guests over her shoulder. Who are you looking for, Damon?
Finally, our eyes lock, and I inhale sharply.
Oh yeah. This is why I keep holding out for him.
Because, for whatever reason, I’m struck dumb every time I see him.
My skin starts tingling immediately, and I wonder for the millionth time if this means my little problem won’t be a problem with him.
My body never felt like this with Andre. Not even before…
No. I’m definitely not thinking about that right now. I take a sip of my punch, which is definitely spiked, and raise my eyebrow in challenge. Your move, Damon.
Something comes over his face when he notices his brothers surrounding me. Is it…possessiveness? That’s probably just wishful thinking. Either way, I can’t help but hold my breath when he rolls his shoulders back and starts making his way towards me.