Page 21 of Sweet Temptation

I follow my two friends up the steps into the condo, grabbing a solo cup the moment I walk in. If I'm going to be here, I'll need one of these in my hands, especially after this morning. My eyes land on the blonde girl I saw sprawled naked in Damon's bed this morning. "That's Sabrina Castle," Bailey whispers in my ear.

I glare in the blonde girl's direction before I turn to my friends. "Let's go get drinks," I reply, heading for the kitchen with Scarlet and Bailey behind me.

I fill my solo cup with pink liquid from a keg, bringing the rim of the cup to my lips, and taking a sip. "That looks tasty." Scarlet smiles at me.

I smirk and lick my lips. "It tastes like pink." I giggle while taking another sip. Bailey laughs with me, pouring herself some. I look around the room as I take sips from my pink drink, my eyes landing on Damon and his squad of douches.

Bailey was correct as usual, and Damon's jaw has slapped into the floor at my appearance. I smirk at him before turning back to my friends and chatting with them. I take more sips from my pink drink until I start feeling myself sway. Giggling, I stumble to the keg and fill my cup. "Having a fun cupcake?" Scarlet asks me.

I nod quickly before I take another sip from the liquor. I notice Bailey has vanished until my eyes land on her, dancing with a tall hockey player. I smile and lean against Scarlet, a smirk filling my red lips. "This outfit was a good idea. Look at his face," I whisper to my friend. Scarlet follows my line of sight, and we both lean against the counter watching Damon.

He looks hot. His hockey jacket hugs his body in all the right places. His black ripped jeans are tight in all the places you'd want, and his hair… Oh fuck. I want to run my fingers through that hair.

No, you don't. He was a world-class douche bag. You will not fantasise about anything to do with Damon Saint.

ELEVEN

The moment Hanna walks through that door, I can't keep my eyes off her. She looks fucking sexy as hell. Her red lipstick… What I want her to do with those lips. Plus, the fact that her tits are practically pouring out of that leather black top.

I fucked up last night…

I was hammered off my ass, and Sabrina crawled into my bed without clothes on, trying to get me in trouble, and it worked.

In trouble? I scoff at the thought. It's not like Hanna is my girlfriend, but still, I wouldn't have touched Sabrina with a rusty pole. The woman has had more dick than an escort.

Damien turns to me with a grin. "She looks stunning, if it isn't obvious." Why is he even commenting? Clearly, I noticed that.

I smirk and watch her dance around with her friends. "I want to spread her legs and see how sweet she looks between them." I lick my lips. My brother smirks at me, and Ace smacks his hand on my shoulder.

"If it were me, I would have already tasted her pussy," Sam says from behind me.

I turn my head and eye my blonde friend. "And you're mentioning Hanna and her pussy in the same sentence because you want my gun in your face?" I question the mafia prince of the Costa Nostra with a raised brow.

Sam Delgado grew up around Florida, where his father runs about six states. My mother only has her hand in a couple, but then her last name is not Delgado. Sam's father, Tobias Delgado, is one of the most ruthless men in the mafia world.

I have no interest in meeting him. Man has a reputation that would make even the largest empire shake.

He just smiles before his eyes find Hanna. "I mean, sure, if you want to play Russian roulette, then I'm not going to stop you, but if you do that, she'll be under someone else tonight."

I glare in Sam's general direction with a scoff, then I look at Hanna, who's staring at me, and so is Scarlet. Her eyes are filled with lust as she watches me, and I close my eyes, ignoring the heat that wants to travel to my dick.

"I'll be okay, Scarlet," I hear her reassure her friend. Scarlet gives me a glare before she grabs Nathan Berlin and pulls him onto the dance floor. I smirk in the mafia princess's direction and wave off her hostility.

Turning to her, I tilt my head to the side. "Hanna, can we talk?"

She quickly nods and heads out the sliding door with me following her. We stand on the deck in silence as I ponder what I'm going to say to her.

"I was hammered when you left last night. I crashed on the couch, so Damien brought me to bed. Sabrina took it upon herself to climb into my bed, naked, to get me in trouble, and it worked." I close my mouth and watch her.

Though trouble is farfetched, but I want her to trust me, so those are the words I use.

Her lips part and then she stops, watching me with no emotion on her face. "Damon… it's not that simple, and you're not in trouble. We aren't together."

Sighing, I turn my back on her and pace before I begin to speak again. "Hanna, you make me crazy. I've only felt like this once in my life, but you already know about Emily. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something about you I wanted to know more about. You're beautiful… staring into your eyes is like getting lost in the sight of the ocean. I- Hanna—" I close my lips again, unable to express anything more.

Why do I sound like a whipped idiot?

She watches me for a moment before her lips move. "I warned you I wasn't a happy person, and there were so many reasons I didn't want to let you in, reasons I didn't want to get involved with you in any way. There is a reason for all that, but…" Her eyes meet mine again. "I can't open up to you and let you in when you're hiding secrets." She stops, her eyes focusing on the ground. Hanna meets my eyes, watching me closely. "I- I…" she trails off again. "I like you, but…"

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