Page 3 of Mayhem
He knew he could have tested that out the same night, but he didn’t want her to think he and Cruz were playing some game with her. It wasn’t the case, and he didn’t want her to have even the slightest inkling that it was what they were doing.
Pushing himself off the wall, he decided to mingle with a few of the other guests in attendance. Though he and his restaurants were well known, he never wasted an opportunity to network. As he was doing so, his father stopped him.
“It’s getting late. So, we’re going to head home.”
Paetyn nodded. “Let me call down and have your car brought around.”
“No need. Bronson’s already taken care of it for us.”
“Okay, I’ll let Cruz know the two of you are leaving.”
“Lena’s telling him, and we’ve said our goodbyes to Kieran and Alijah. I like her. She’s good for him,” his father stated. This was the first time he’d met Alijah, but anyone looking at the couple who knew Kieran before her could tell that she was. “I like Chayse too. She handles Niklas well. Now, you boys needto find a woman good for you,” his father concluded with a sly smile.
Paetyn found himself chuckling. “I can assure you, we’re working on it.”
“That’s good because Lena and I aren’t getting any younger, and neither are the two of you.”
“Of course, Papa. Be safe getting home.”
His father nodded, patting him on the back before turning and heading towards the door. Paetyn shook his head, amused. He knew what his father had been saying without him having to utter the actual words. Grandkids.
Cruz watched Erin for a moment as she got up to dance. Her moans were playing on repeat in his mind, and it was causing hell on his body. It had been far too long since he’d sunk his dick into some pussy. The reason was the woman who was currently laughing on the dance floor as she was twirled around.
Admittedly, he could have gone and gotten some. Pussy came a dime a dozen to him. It wasn’t a conceded thought; it was simply a fact. He knew he looked good and didn’t say much to most people. So, he had that mysterious thing going for him. Women tended to love that.
They flocked to him because of it. Even knowing that he was going to do nothing more than fuck them and go on about his business. Not interested in anything long-term when on his own. It never ceased to amaze him.
However, Erin was different. Though he wanted her pussy, a fact that he wasn’t going to deny, he wanted a relationship with her as well. He couldn’t explain it, and if someone threatened to take his company from him unless he did, then he would lose his business.
There was simply something about her that made him want to be with her. It had only happened a few times in his life. The women he shared with Paetyn tended to be those they wanted to build something with. Eventually, the women fizzled out and couldn’t keep up with being with two men.
He honestly didn’t blame them. Being with one man was a lot of work, so being with two had to be like working two twelve-hour shifts simultaneously.
That, however, brought him back to Erin being different. He didn’t know if it was because she was feisty or because she was highly confident that he felt she could handle whatever they dished out to her.
Granted, they had dated confident women before; none had been on a level that Erin was. Yet, it wasn’t a conceded type of confidence. It wasn’t forced or played up. It was just pure.
He brought the glass of champagne he was drinking to his lips when someone approaching him pulled his attention. When he looked, he found that it was his mother.
“Are you going to watch her all night, or are you going to go over and talk to her?” she asked in Polish.
Cruz had done far more than talk to her on the balcony less than an hour ago, but he was sure his mother didn’t want all the sordid details.
“I will, Mama,” he responded in kind.
“And Paetyn?” his mother questioned, switching to English.
“What about him?”
“Has he spoken to her?”
The fact that he and Paetyn often shared women was not a secret to those close to them, including their parents. So, he wasn’t surprised that his mother had voiced the question.
“Not in that way yet, but he will.”
His mother hummed. “I hope this is one you boys can make last.” She then switched back to her native tongue and loweredher voice. “She is beautiful. You could give me some gorgeous little grandchildren.”
Cruz chuckled at his mother. “You’re always talking about grandbabies,” he responded in English.
