All the while, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Pepper. Thankfully, Lourde had disappeared, so now it was time to go over and see exactly how much she wanted to forget about her ex. She would not be doing so with the guy currently pawing at her if I had anything to say about it.
Pushing through the crowd of people, I found my way toward Pepper. His hands were now on her body, sliding around her waist, and my skin bubbled with rage, watching him touch her.
I towered over her petite frame as I approached her. The scent of orchids and roses invaded my senses, and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing deeply. When she looked up at me and I stared down, her delicious tits caught my eye before I met her gaze again.
“What is it, Connor?” She placed both hands around the guy’s neck, like my presence meant nothing to her.
Had she done that on purpose? Little did she know, it took a hell of a lot to scare me off.
Anyone else would feel self-conscious watching another couple dance, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. I didn’t give him the time of day as I kept my focus on her. Apparently, it bothered him to some degree, as his attention fell on me.
“Hey, man. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here,” he huffed out before immediately recognizing me and lowering his arms. His posture stiffened. Ignoring him, I whispered in her ear, “So no Jake then?”
She peeled her arms away from the guy, and he grumbled out something inaudible over the reverberating bassline.
“There are a million girls here. Go find another fuck.”
Pepper arched a mocha-colored eyebrow and, with a nod of her head, motioned toward the balcony. I followed.
“Was that necessary?” she asked, turning to face me. “I know you’re Connor Diamond, but fuck.”
Why did I like the way my name rolled off her tongue?
“I am Connor Diamond, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.”
“Hunkholes,” she quipped.
“Hunkholes?” I laughed out loud.
“What is it you want, Connor?” she asked, a blush creeping up her exposed chest.
Wearing a red dress with a tight-fitting bodice that pushed her tits up, it was difficult to stop staring. But my manners carved into me since childhood lifted my eyes back up to meet her scowl.
“You.”
She laughed. Then when she realized I wasn’t joking, she went silent.
“You need to get over the heartache of what’s-his-name, and I just need to forget.”
“There are a million girls here like you said.”
“There are.” I glared at her.
“There are,” she repeated in a hoarse whisper, and her timbre tone set my dick alight...
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