Page 7 of Taeja

“Tempting,” she teased before hanging up.

Damon hopped out of bed. After getting himself ready for the day, he jogged down the stairs. His brows rose at Zain, sweaty by the sink, while eating a granola bar. “I thought you left already?”

Zain shook his head while giving Damon a head-to-toe.

“We have a date with Taeja,” Damon said, plating the two omelets that were on the stove.

Zain didn’t answer. Instead, he walked away, heading down the hallway while Damon sat around the island and began eating. When Damon heard the shower running, he knew Zain was in the room he claimed for himself.

Feeling his pocket vibrate, Damon pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Where are we going? What should I wear?

You don’t have to wear anything.

Damon.

My house.

I have a pool.

Damon added the last text as an afterthought. He brimmed with sweet anticipation, eager to see Taeja in a swimsuit. If only Zain would hurry—

Zain appeared in the kitchen.

“About time,” Damon muttered, moving to wash up his dishes.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?” Damon teased as they approached the front door. Last night, he’d opted to park in the driveway instead of the garage.

“No, I woke up in the wrong house.”

“How’s it my fault you were too drunk to drive yourself home?”

“You could’ve dropped me.”

“Drop you?” Damon scoffed. “You cut my night short.”

“Our.”

“Our? You barely gave her attention.”

“I told you she’s too bold.”

“Yeah?” Damon asked as they neared the car. “If she’s too bold, why are you coming with me to pick her up?”

Zain’s eyes narrowed from behind his locs. “Just get in the car.”

“You’re driving,” Damon said, tossing his keys to Zain, who caught it with ease.

“Like hell I am,” Zain retorted and tossed the keys back.

Glaring at Zain, Damon took his place behind the wheel and drove off. Soon, they were parked in front of a gated community. Damon’s mouth dropped at the beauty standing at the gate.

The dim lighting in the club and hotel room had done her no justice. In daylight, Taeja looked nothing short of majestic. Her thick, curly hair was caught in a high puff, framing her heart-shaped face. Her button nose and plump lips looked even more attractive than they did last night.

Zain hopped out of the front seat and held the door open for her. Damon didn’t miss how she took unsteady steps toward the car. She seemed more focused on keeping her eyes glued to the phone in her hand rather than walking. She muttered thanks to Zain before sitting, looking everywhere except at Damon.

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