Page 4 of Stay with Me

Watching my sister fall in love and my brother get engaged and married to his high school sweetheart has left me feeling someway. Sure, I started my own law firm. My practice is doing very well, but … something’s missing. I feel … empty.

None of the guys I’ve dated bring that spark. Well, all with the exception of one, but he’s different and we’ve never really dated. We’ve had a thing and that can never happen again. Not now.

“How am I supposed to relax? Why won’t you tell me what Jamel told you about this friend? He must be butt fuck ugly. It’s the only reason for you to be this hushed,” I toss at her.

I’m getting agitated. I never should’ve agreed to this in the first place. My life is full of regrets, I tell you.

“Girl, please. I haven’t told you anything because Troy had to back out at the last minute. He had too much drama going on for my liking in the first place. Jamel promised he has a friend he thinks is better suited for you.”

“Why doesn’t that information make me feel any better?” I huff and take another sip of my wine.

“Listen, you said that you didn’t want to go on another date with the stuffy guys your father has been introducing you to. I’m looking out.”

She’s right. This all started with me complaining about the guys my father has been trying to set me up with. I want safe, not boring.

“We’ll see about that. I thought you at least vetted this guy. You’re setting me up with some random, random.”

“He is not random. Jamel said he’s known him for years. He’s just returning from some work assignment overseas or something like that.”

“Okay, so he has a job.”

“Stop tripping. There’s Jamel,” she says excitedly as she points across the restaurant.

I down the rest of my drink and take a fortifying breath before I stand to greet Jamel and his friend. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Sunny’s man, so I take a moment to give him an appreciative once-over.

Sunny is one lucky chick. Jamel is at least six three, dark chocolate, with the nicest, whitest smile I’ve ever seen on a brother. He’s fine, fine. His swag says that Sunny is never lying when she says he beats the breaks off her pussy.

I’m not mad at all at my friend for locking him down. I definitely would have given him my number if I’d met him first. He’s the total package: wealthy, smart, and driven. I guess that’s why I agreed to this blind date.

He checks off so many boxes, I had hoped he runs with guys who’d do the same. Fine, established, and safe. That’s all I ask.

When Jamel wraps his big arms around Sunny and lifts her from her feet, the man standing behind him comes into view. All the air leaves the room.

His attention is on his phone as he taps across the screen. He hasn’t noticed me yet. I have a few seconds to take him in.

His hair is longer than the last time I saw him. Long enough for his natural waves to cover his head and curl by his ears. Just long enough for me to tug.

Those full lips are still as pink and plump as I remember. His legs look a little thicker or it could be the ripped jeans that his tanned thighs are showing through. His black T-shirt fits his muscled body perfectly, showing off those tattoos that he hides around his family.

It even looks like he’s gotten a few new ones covering his wrist and hand. Those hands, I lick my lips as I once again remember what those hands are capable of. A shiver rolls through me as more memories assault me.

Just then, he knits his brow and lifts his head as if feeling my eyes on him. He draws in a breath as our gazes lock. As always, I’m sucked into those blues.

A slow smile curves his lips up. He knows what he does to me. I’ve let him do it more times than I’d like to admit, and in places I should be ashamed of.

Shit, it was the highlight of my sister’s wedding for me. I needed that dick down he gave me in that coat check closet. God, was that the last time I had sex?

“Reminisce,” Jamel says. “I want you to meet my boy, Knight.”

We breathe his name at the same time. Sunny groans. “I swear, I didn’t know.” She turns to me and rushes out.

“What?” Jamel says with a look of confusion.

Knight, with his slick ass, moves forward and palms my cheek. “I promised myself if I made it home and you were still single, I’d make you mine.”

I shake my head so slow I’m not even sure if my brain is complying with the command to make the motion. This can’t be happening. I want a relationship.

I’m looking for someone to share my life with. That can never be Knight Moran. For so many reasons, that can never be Knight Moran.

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