Page 17 of Fiancé for Hire

Drevon shared a look with Jet, and they both shrugged.

No doubt there was more to this than his cousin was letting on. Whatever it was, Montez clearly wasn’t ready to speak on it. At least not yet.

When the main event finally started, all eyes were on the television, but Drevon’s mind drifted to Antika.

All of this talk about women had him wondering what she was up to. He eased his cell phone out of his pocket and shot off another text.

Drevon:What’s your favorite movie?

ChapterNine

Antika jerked awake, her arms and legs flailing until she heard breaking glass. Her gaze darted around, afraid that someone had thrown something through a window. Her condo was several stories up, but that wasn’t impossible.

She wobbled to her feet, then moaned and grabbed her head, which was swimming from drinking too much wine.

That’s also when she spotted the broken glass on the table in front of the sofa.

“Crap!” Her wine glass was laying on its side in pieces, and red liquid raced to the edge of the coffee table. “No! No! No!” she groaned, glancing around frantically for something to wipe up the mess.

There was no time to run to the kitchen for a towel. She snatched the gray throw blanket from the back of the sofa and reluctantly used it to mop up the wine seconds before it could drip onto the white rug beneath the table.

That was too close.

She huffed out a breath, balled up the throw and placed it on the opposite end of the table before she fell back onto the sofa. She stared at the broken glass, soggy magazines, and the stain on the wood table.

“What a mess.” But she was too tired to care. Her head hurt, her eyes were grainy, and her mouth felt as if it was loaded with cotton balls.

I drank too much…

After an exhausting week, she had looked forward to Saturday night to kick back and relax.

Antika startled when her phone chimed beside her on the sofa. Maybe that’s what had originally jarred her out of a deep sleep. She had dozed off at some point while watching the showRidiculousness, which was currently muted.

Lifting her cell, she squinted at the screen.Drevon.

“Oh great, now he texts me,” she mumbled.

She had been enjoying their texting back and forth earlier in the night until he said he’d get back with her later.

Clearly,latermeant different things to different people.

Like a high school girl waiting for the cute boy to call like he promised, Antika had waited up. Or at least she tried to. The last time she’d looked at the clock before dozing off, it had been a few minutes to eleven.

Now it was almost one o’clock in the morning. A little late for conversation, but that didn’t stop her from reading the text.

Drevon:What’s your favorite movie?

Seriously? He hadn’t texted for hours, and that’s what he wanted to know?

Antika:Do you know what time it is?

Drevon:Yes. Now answer the question.

Well, I guess I know something else about him. He’s stubborn, texts people in the middle of the night, and apparently has a ton of questions.

Antika:Love & Basketball. Yours?

Drevon:Biker Boyzor anything from theFast & Furiousfranchise.

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