Page 3 of Lost Love

Wearing a red dress with a tight-fitting bodice that pushed her tits up, it was difficult to stop staring. But my manners carved into me since childhood lifted my eyes back up to meet her scowl.

“You.”

She laughed. Then when she realized I wasn’t joking, she went silent.

“You need to get over the heartache of what’s-his-name, and I just need to forget.”

“There are a million girls here like you said.”

“There are.” I glared at her.

“There are,” she repeated in a hoarse whisper, and her timbre tone set my dick alight.

“There’s also Lourde…” she said, her gaze falling to the floor.

Fuck, my sister could be a problem. But not if it was a one-time thing—which it definitely would be.

“It’s one time… I can keep a secret if you can.”

Her full lips split into a smile. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”Well, that wasn’t a no.

“You deaf, rich boy?”

“That depends on how loud you scream, Pepper.”

Her mouth fell open, her brown eyes like saucers. She toyed with the end of her black curls that framed her face. “You’re a bad boy, Connor.”

“And, why do I think you like bad boys?”

Her lips twisted into a smile. “Goodbye, Connor,” she said, turning around and heading back inside.

What the fuck? I think she just rejected me.No one ever did that. Pepper just became a challenge I couldn’t ignore, and it brought a smirk to my face.

As the party kicked on into the early morning hours, I settled around the living room with my friends and sister.

“Have you guys seen Pepper? I thought that wherever she’d gone, she’d be back by now?” Lourde asked.

“I saw her a while ago,” Ari said.

“Wasn’t she talking with you on the balcony, Connor?” Magnus shot me a look.

“Before, yes.” All sets of eyes pointed in my direction, waiting for me to what? Elaborate?

“What? She was upset, telling me about how she split from Jake.”

“They split?” Barrett asked, looking confused.

“Yes, they split! What the hell do you care?” I exclaimed, then suddenly all eyes were on me again.

Barrett put his hands up in surrender.

Christ, what the fuck was his deal? A vein ticked in my neck as I looked away for her.

Lourde cleared her throat. “We all thought they were solid. Regardless, she’s not picking up her phone. She’s not here, and I’m worried.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Lourde.” I had known Pepper and Grace, her two besties, since elementary school.

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