Page 5 of Memories of Us

“Candice.”

“Right. Listen, it's been a long day. You should—”

The hand around my neck slid lower and cupped me outside my suit pants. “Well then, Bren, maybe you should be the one doing the relaxing. Come on, baby, let me help you.”

Taking the drink from my hand with her free one, she set it on the bar before guiding me to the couch. Standing toe-to-toe, she shoved her delicate hand against my chest, pushing me to the couch with a smile.

I'm no idiot. I knew where this was going. Also knew I should stop her since there was zero interest past this one night, but I wouldn’t. Because I was Brenton Graves. And a Graves never said no. It was my heritage. All I needed to complete this family tradition was glassy eyes, lines of coke on the glass coffee table, and a raging party in the background.

Clinking of metal against metal pierced through the loft as Carley... Cathy... whatever her name was unclasped my belt. Soft brushes of her lips against the planes of my stomach relit my earlier temper.

“You need to leave Cassidy.” I stood making her fall back to her ass. As I strode to the door, my raging hardon screamed I was an idiot for kicking a willing woman out of the loft.

“What?” she shrieked. “You can’t be serious.”

I swung the door open and gestured out toward the hall. “I am. Now Candy. Out.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she seethed as she stormed past and down the hall.

Only after the door slammed behind her did I respond. “I have no fucking clue.”

It was the truth.

Between my blackouts and now the sudden disinterest in a woman on her knees, something was fucked up in my mind.

Wish I knew what and how to fix it.

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