Page 77 of Dmitri

“Maggie’s?”

“Yeah.”

Knox takes a sip of his water. “Any good?”

“Had the steak hash with mushrooms.” I shrug. “It was okay. I mean, I ate it.”

“You’d eat a grilled flip flop if you were hungry enough.”

True. “I’m not sure what it was missing or whatever, but you should go there one morning and figure it out.”

“Want to go now?”

“We’re already eating this.” And I’m not about to let it go to waste. “Fucking delicious, by the way.”

“I know.” Knox stuffs a big bite into his mouth and chews.

I stab into another piece of tender chicken, but my mind wanders to breakfast with Daelyn.

“Hooya gowif.”

“What?”

“Hooya gowif?”

“Jesus Christ, you animal. Chew your food before you talk.”

Knox swallows hard, chokes, and chugs some water before he repeats, “Who did you go with?”

“Where?”

He slams his glass down. “Maggie’s, asshat!”

“Oh.” Her name is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it, so she’s stays there. “What makes you think I went with someone?”

“You just got this stupid dopey look on your ugly face, bro. Only a woman does that to a man.”

“No one you know.”

“Ohhh, so thereisa woman. I was just bluffing. You always have that stupid dopey look on your face, man. I think it’s because of all your concussions and broken noses.”

The laugh that bubbles out of me feels so good. I flip him the bird before taking another bite and finish my plate in half the time it takes Knox to polish off his.

“Maybe you should take her out more often,” he finally says. “If that’s when you’ll eat an actual meal instead of thriving on your fancy espressos.” He uses his fork like a conductor’s wand. “Say it with me. Coffee is not water. You can’t hydrate with lattes.”

Speaking of hydration, I hope Daelyn’s drinking water.

My hand instinctively goes to my cell. The urge to text her is so strong it churns the food in my belly. But I refrain. She ghosted me. I need to respect the boundary she’s set, even though it hurts like hell. I think I scared her last night with how much we did together.

I must have read her wrong.

Last night she begged for things I was all too eager to give her. She came around my dick more times than I could count. She screamed my motherfucking name and I know damn wella lot of the club heard it, even with the music playing over the surround sound. I made her keep eye contact with me in the beginning. Halfway through our third scene, she had me tied up on the bed and was riding my dick like she was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. By the end, I was an animal searching for a place to burrow, and her pussy was my home. I fucked her until I couldn’t feel anything other than her body giving way to mine, her cum coating my tongue, her legs quivering around my waist, her nails shredding my skin. The combo kicked me over the edge more than once. My balls are so drained, it’s a shock they haven’t shriveled into raisins.

I check my notifications, hoping she’s called or texted and maybe I didn’t hear it.

There’s nothing.

And why would there be? She dipped and I doubt I’ll ever see her again.

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