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I nod when he reaches me. He's about to finish unzipping my dress when his phone rings again. I pause kissing his neck.
"Maybe you should answer it?"
He groans. "I'm going to kill whoever this is," he says when it rings a third time. He pulls me to him, and he walks backwards to where he lay his suit coat over the chair.
He pulls out his phone as it rings a fourth time.
"What the fuck?" he says when he sees who it is.
Now I frown. I pray it's not one of the bimbos.
"Mark," he tells me, and my heart starts beating again.
Oh no. My heart. That means it's not just like. I start to panic.
"What the fuck do you want?" he answers.
I giggle, panic subsiding.
His brows pull into a frown. "What the fuck are you doing there?"
I watch fascinated at all the expressions that pass over his features.
"You're a fucking idiot." He pauses. "Alex? He's a super fucking idiot for following you."
He looks down at me scowling.
"Fine. Fucking hold on."
He looks at me again, his features softening. "I'm so pissed right now, but I need to hear him out. I promise it won't take more than a few minutes." He points at me. "No freshening anything. Mine."
I nod and smile. He's so hot right now. All alpha and demanding. I can't wait until he gets like that while we're naked.
He presses a hard kiss to my lips and groans as he walks away mumbling about fucking idiot friends.
I giggle and sit on the edge of the bed, pressing a hand to my nervous stomach. I've been here, right here, once before—where no other woman has been—in Derrick Pierce's bedroom.
How did I not realize I more-than-like him? Why am I just now figuring it all out?
I think—well, I'm pretty sure that he more-than-likes me, too.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Derrick
I can't believe this bullshit. These two. I'm going to punch one of them. No. I'm going to punch them both.
I go to the living room closet and open the door. There they are. Like two dumbasses.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper-shout.
Mark's all smiles and Alex is trying hard not to.
"We didn't expect you back so soon," Mark tells me.
"So fucking what? What are you doing here?" I ask again.
"We were watching the game on the big screen then we heard the garage, and this is as far as we made it," Alex adds.
