can't speak because I'm too busy looking at her, hoping I don't wreck. Even when my eyes are on the road, I'm using my peripheral to scan every inch, making sure I'm not missing some delicious detail.
And she keeps catching me. I don't care. I'm a lost cause at this point.
I pull through the gate, park close to the fountain, and toss the keys to the valet, while making my way toward the belle of the ball.
The valet says something, but I'm too distracted. Assuming it was a cordiality, I nod toward him, hoping he didn't ask an important question.
Raya's eyes are wide with wonder as she gazes up at the house. She struggles to keep her jaw shut, and I watch with mild amusement as she wars with it.
"This... yeah... I wasn't expecting..." She finally stops speaking when words seem to evade her. Raya is a little hard to impress, considering glitz and glam sicken her under normal circumstances. I'm enjoying this little show.
I snicker quietly as the door is opened for us, and I watch as her jaw actually drops. It's fascinating to watch her so enamored by things I don't even offer a passing glance at anymore. It makes me feel a little spoiled and ungrateful.
"You lived here?" she whispers, acting as though she might break something with her voice alone.
"Yes," I whisper back, biting back a grin when she shoots me an eye roll. But she holds my arm tighter, and that just makes my blood pump faster.
Dad has his radar on, and he spots us immediately when we make it into the main room. He excuses himself from his group, and quickly comes toward us, seeming truly excited to see the beauty on my arm.
"Raya, I'm so glad Kade convinced you to come. And you look ravishing," he says while taking her hand to kiss it.
That shouldn't bother me as much as it does. But I'm not crazy about seeing anyone touch her.
Fucking eh. I sound like a possessive moron, and she's not even mine. Yet.
"Thank you for inviting me," she says so sweetly, her voice soft enough to rival an angel's harp.
"Of course. I assume the two of you have been getting along a little better?" he asks, turning his eyes toward me as a knowing grin spreads.
How does he do that? How could he possibly know what I'm feeling for her, when I've only recently resigned myself to it ? Could he look any smugger?
And why the hell do I want to smile? I really hate him.
"We're getting along," I say neutrally, keeping my grin held back somewhat, and refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing too much.
He knows. The bastard is telling me everything with his eyes. I wish I had that uncanny ability.
He keeps smiling, so I turn away, watching as Tag approaches. Shit. I should have told him about Raya. He's already undressing her with his eyes. I'll kick his ass.
"It's about time you showed up, and thank God you brought something worth looking at," Tag says, shamelessly eye-fucking my girl.
Dad laughs while slapping Tag's back, and then he nods to Raya. I'm working hard not to grind my teeth into nothing.
"I need to make my rounds. Have a good time, Raya. Make sure Kade doesn't leave you next to the wolves without him."
Like I'd let Tag anywhere close to her without me.
Dad makes a show of eyeing Tag, and the renowned player has the audacity to mock offense, acting as though he's shocked anyone would say such a thing. Slipping my arm around Raya's waist, I prepare to do something I've never done before.
"Where's Star?" I ask, invoking the age-old phrase that stops our group from ever crossing a line.
Tag smiles upon the mention of the name that hinders his quest. Star Morgan was a girl Ethan Noles —my cousin—and Maverick Sterling got into a huge fight over. It was nasty. After that, everyone decided to use it as a warning. You ask about Star, you're claiming your territory.
"I decided not to bring her. Wren's fiancée doesn't get along with her too well. Besides, I don't really do the dating bit.
And she keeps catching me. I don't care. I'm a lost cause at this point.
I pull through the gate, park close to the fountain, and toss the keys to the valet, while making my way toward the belle of the ball.
The valet says something, but I'm too distracted. Assuming it was a cordiality, I nod toward him, hoping he didn't ask an important question.
Raya's eyes are wide with wonder as she gazes up at the house. She struggles to keep her jaw shut, and I watch with mild amusement as she wars with it.
"This... yeah... I wasn't expecting..." She finally stops speaking when words seem to evade her. Raya is a little hard to impress, considering glitz and glam sicken her under normal circumstances. I'm enjoying this little show.
I snicker quietly as the door is opened for us, and I watch as her jaw actually drops. It's fascinating to watch her so enamored by things I don't even offer a passing glance at anymore. It makes me feel a little spoiled and ungrateful.
"You lived here?" she whispers, acting as though she might break something with her voice alone.
"Yes," I whisper back, biting back a grin when she shoots me an eye roll. But she holds my arm tighter, and that just makes my blood pump faster.
Dad has his radar on, and he spots us immediately when we make it into the main room. He excuses himself from his group, and quickly comes toward us, seeming truly excited to see the beauty on my arm.
"Raya, I'm so glad Kade convinced you to come. And you look ravishing," he says while taking her hand to kiss it.
That shouldn't bother me as much as it does. But I'm not crazy about seeing anyone touch her.
Fucking eh. I sound like a possessive moron, and she's not even mine. Yet.
"Thank you for inviting me," she says so sweetly, her voice soft enough to rival an angel's harp.
"Of course. I assume the two of you have been getting along a little better?" he asks, turning his eyes toward me as a knowing grin spreads.
How does he do that? How could he possibly know what I'm feeling for her, when I've only recently resigned myself to it ? Could he look any smugger?
And why the hell do I want to smile? I really hate him.
"We're getting along," I say neutrally, keeping my grin held back somewhat, and refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing too much.
He knows. The bastard is telling me everything with his eyes. I wish I had that uncanny ability.
He keeps smiling, so I turn away, watching as Tag approaches. Shit. I should have told him about Raya. He's already undressing her with his eyes. I'll kick his ass.
"It's about time you showed up, and thank God you brought something worth looking at," Tag says, shamelessly eye-fucking my girl.
Dad laughs while slapping Tag's back, and then he nods to Raya. I'm working hard not to grind my teeth into nothing.
"I need to make my rounds. Have a good time, Raya. Make sure Kade doesn't leave you next to the wolves without him."
Like I'd let Tag anywhere close to her without me.
Dad makes a show of eyeing Tag, and the renowned player has the audacity to mock offense, acting as though he's shocked anyone would say such a thing. Slipping my arm around Raya's waist, I prepare to do something I've never done before.
"Where's Star?" I ask, invoking the age-old phrase that stops our group from ever crossing a line.
Tag smiles upon the mention of the name that hinders his quest. Star Morgan was a girl Ethan Noles —my cousin—and Maverick Sterling got into a huge fight over. It was nasty. After that, everyone decided to use it as a warning. You ask about Star, you're claiming your territory.
"I decided not to bring her. Wren's fiancée doesn't get along with her too well. Besides, I don't really do the dating bit.
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