Page 4 of Kept By the Bratva

She arched her brows and leaned closer to talk quieter over the music. “Him who?”

“That one guy.”

She laughed lightly. “Gotta be more specific than that.”

“Nate.”

Still, she stared at me expectantly, clueless.

“I told you about him. Nate.”

“Oh!” She snapped her fingers as recognition hit. “That one-night stand from the bar?”

I nodded. The way she said it, it sounded like he was just an insignificant detail. Some guy. A nobody to be hung up over. But he lingered in my mind. I remembered exactly how good it was when he filled me and took me roughly.

“You’re still thinking about him?” She shook her head. “Must have beenreallygood in bed.”

I nodded. “Scarred me for life.”

She snorted. “Oh, come on. No guy’sthatgood.”

I beg to differ.

“He never gave you a number? Nothing?”

I shook my head. “Nate John. No number. No details. Nothing.”

She scrunched her nose before she sipped her cocktail. “Nate John? Sounds like a made-up name.”

I’d thought of that too. I wasn’t good at hiding my discomfort about the possibility that he’d lied to me so easily and that I could’ve been duped just like that.

“Maybe he’s married.”

Ugh.That thought made me feel even worse.

“You looked him up online?”

I dragged my hand through my hair, bringing my long locks away from my face. “Yeah.” I felt like a weirdo, a freak, hunting him down like that. I looked on all the social media platforms. I Googled him. I looked everywhere, and there’s not a single trace of him.

Dammit. He probably did give me a fake name.

“Well, maybe it’s time to chalk it up as a lesson learned.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the lesson, again?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But if you both knew it was just a quickie for that night, sex with a rando…”

“Oh, it wasn’t quick.” I smiled dreamily. “That’s part of the problem. I’veneverbeen with a man so skilled and so…” I shaped my hands, trying to feebly gesture something abstract. “I don’t know. I’ve never been with such a hot and sexy man like him. With such a big dick—that he knew how to use!”

She giggled, sipping more of her drink. As she locked her gaze on someone over my shoulder, she waved. “Hey, there’s Talia. She said she’d come find us tonight.”

I nodded, glad that I could be off the hook now. Talia had been a friend of Missy’s for much longer than I had, and I bet she could do the friendly thing of celebrating with her all night long.

“Well, in that case, I’m going to head home.”

“Aw.” She stuck out her lower lip, still dancing slightly to the music as we stood there. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m just tired. Maybe one more good night of sleep will be the cure I need.”

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