I wonder as he leaves what I’ve just gotten Ry and myself into by letting him stay overnight at their place. It’s the first time he’s gone anywhere overnight without me, and fuck, if it ain’t gonna be hard to not have him with me for a night.
But he’s right, I do need to get laid. Maybe then I’ll get the sight of the dark-haired vision out of my head. I can still see her face as if it were hours ago rather than two months. Shit, the woman is who I jack off to at night, and I don’t even know her name.
Yeah, Saturday night, I need to find some random to hook up with and get her out of my head once and for all.
Chapter 3
Enya
Dressed in a little black number with an open back and my chest covered completely, I’m regretting coming out tonight. Zoe insisted on doing my makeup which wasn’t bad, but I’m not used to it. The attention of the men coming my way is embarrassing. I’m freakish enough as it is. Lillian picked my dress out for me and informed me right away if I were to swing her way, she’d be on me in an instant.
Lord help me when it comes to these two.
Evidently, their plan tonight is to get me shit face drunk on shots of tequila then find someone, as Zoe claims, ‘to bang my brains out’. A typical person our age would be down for it, me on the other hand, yeah, not really. I don’t want to ever be caught off guard with my stepdad trying to find Ensley or me.
Thinking of my twin causes me to wonder where she is. It’s been a few weeks since she’s come asking me for money, which isn’t her normal. No, she’s usually at my door, at least once a week.
Pulling up at the club they’d chosen, a part of me wishes I’d stay sober and drove us, but they’d decreed we were takin’ an Uber so the three of us could party all night.
Great.
Tonight means anything goes and who knows what will happen.
Straightening my dress, I’m surprised that the drinks we’ve already down before heading out, don’t have me seeing double yet.
Or triple, I should say.
Lillian and Zoe both grab a hand in each of theirs and nearly drag me as they saunter into the club. I finally get them to let me go after we get to the bar and grab our drinks. Or I should say the five shots apiece they’d ordered.
“Alright, bitches, bottoms up, and let’s get out on the dance floor,” Zoe yells, lifting her first shot to her mouth.
The three of us take shot after shot until we finish the last one. I shake my head, feeling the tequila going to my head. This is what they wanted. For me to loosen up and have fun and I suppose I should. Lillian takes my hand and pulls me out onto the dance floor with her and Zoe.
Closing my eyes, I dance to the beat pulsing through the room the DJ’s playing. With Zoe and Lillian with me, I don’t have to worry about someone else coming up to dance with me. They’ll keep that from happening. They know me. If they want the night to go the way they want, they’ll make sure no one approaches us while we’re on the dance floor having fun.
I don’t know how many songs we listen to before finally stopping to get some more drinks. We make it to the bar, but Lillian stops in her tracks right before we get to it.
“Kenyon,” she says shockingly.
Glancing around her, it takes everything in me not to let on that I know who this man is. I know him very well. Okay, well, not that well, but physically I know him. He’s definitely as gorgeous as he was two months ago.
Shit.
Wait a minute, isn’t the little boy Lillian watches two months old?
My stomach churns and I feel as if I were gonna throw up.
This is all I need. To be facing the very man I’ve dreamt about in the middle of the night and puke at his feet. I need to get out of here.
“Hey, Lillian,” Kenyon says, nodding in greeting. A few men turn with him to see who he’s talking to.
“Ugh, sorry. I didn’t know you were planning to go out tonight. I’d have watched Ryland if I knew,” Lillian says, rushing the words out.
“Ry’s fine. Plus, it’s your night off anyway. You gonna introduce us to your friends, and please tell me that you didn’t drive here,” Kenyon says kindly to my friend.
The fondness in his voice toward my friend makes me wonder if they do have something going on. I know I shouldn’t think something like that because Lillian is a lesbian and still crushed over her girlfriend cheating on her.
“I’m not stupid, boss man. I know to be responsible when out drinking with my friends,” Lillian chuckles and turns to the side to do introductions. “This is Zoe and Enya, my two best friends.”
Kenyon switches his gaze from Lillian, meeting Zoe’s first, where she smiles seductively at him. “Nice to meet you,” he says, giving her a wicked grin like he’s weighing his options of getting laid by my friend. His gaze switches from hers to meet my own and the smile wipes from his face. The glint of frustration fills his gaze.
Oh, God.
He must not have expected to see me again, and I suppose that’s to be expected since he’d left me after I’d fallen asleep that night. I sometimes question myself on whether I’d pleased him or not. Doubts take over my head and I feel the need to run.
Run as far and fast as I can.
Zoe speaks to him again, and I look to Lillian. “I’ll be right back,” I mutter, excusing myself
