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“I’m going to warn you ahead of time: I’m not much of a shopper. In fact, I hate it. If I can order it online and have it shipped, that’s exactly what I’m doing,” I tell her truthfully. She laughs and grabs my hand, dragging me along with her.

“Noted. We won’t get too crazy,” she says as we walk to her waiting car. I climb in as she does, and we both settle into our seats when I glance over my shoulder and see Cale.

“I didn’t know you were coming. Why are you being so quiet?”

“I have a few things I need to grab. If you don’t mind me tagging along?”

“Of course not.” I smile at him, glad someone else is coming with us. I don’t know if I can handle Tracy on my own. She seems great and all, but she’s too girly for me. Not that I’m a tomboy or anything, but I don’t get all dressed up the way she does.

Tracy pulls out, and as we drive, I watch the scenery. It isn’t as bad here as I thought it would be. Maybe that’s because I’m living in a house with the four hottest men I’ve ever known.

And maybe I’ll just stick around a little longer than I planned to.

Chapter 14

Denz

I fucking hate suits and ties. I hate these galas, too. They’re for the rich to show off their money, but my dad donates it all to charity, and that’s the only reason I’m going. That and Arya. Now I’ve had a taste of her, I want more. I know the guys do, too, and I don’t have a fucking problem sharing her with them.

We stand out the front of the building where the gala is being held, waiting for our dad to arrive. War is like me, not liking the suit thing at all as he tugs at his sleeves, but Harlon can pull it off just fine.

“Stop fucking pulling on it,” Harlon snaps at him.

“It’s so uncomfortable.”

“And you look like a fool in it, but that’s the attire for tonight,” Harlon reminds him. War snorts a laugh at his dig before giving him a shove. We wait, watching as cars pull up until theirs arrives.

The driver comes around, opening the door, and my dad climbs out, offering Julie his hand. She smiles as she climbs out and stands next to him. Julie isn’t an ugly woman, and if my dad wasn’t married to her, I might fuck her. But since he is, she’s off limits. That’s just not something I can get down with.

I keep watching as my dad holds his hand out once more, a smaller hand slipping into his. Then he helps Arya from the car. She’s fucking breathtaking. I know my brothers are staring as well when she steps out, her long blonde hair hanging in curls over her shoulder wearing a black dress her mom made just forher. You can tell it was made just for her by the way it hugs every one of her damn curves perfectly. I bite my lip as my cock hardens in my slacks. I glance over and see War adjusting himself, too.

My dad offers each of them an arm, and I watch as Arya slowly slides her arm through his. They walk up the stairs as dad smiles at us, looking us over.

“You boys clean up nicely,” he says.

“Not too bad, right?” I ask.

“Not bad at all,” Julie chimes in. Yeah, I’d definitely fuck her.

“Do you mind?” my dad says, holding his arm out Arya is hanging onto. I step over and offer her mine, and I’m almost surprised when she moves to take it. Har steps around quickly to the other side, doing the same. Arya grins at him and slides her arm through his as well. We start to walk inside with War right behind us.

When we step in, Arya glances around but doesn’t say anything or make a face. She isn’t impressed with this shit, and that’s something else I like about her. She doesn’t care about the extravagance of it all.

When people see we’re here, they quickly gather around to talk. I make small talk, but I keep my eyes on her. There are far too many men here eyeing Arya up and down, and I’d hate to have to fuck someone up at this gala.

Arya’s friend Tracy comes and snatches her away as I go on the hunt for a drink with the guys right behind me.

“I hate this shit,” War mumbles as we find the bar. We grab some drinks and take them down before grabbing more.

“There are too many men here looking at her,” Har announces. Glad I wasn’t the only one seeing that.

“You getting jealous, brother?” I ask him with a smile.

“Maybe. I think she’s into us,” he adds.

“I agree. But are we all willing to share her?” War asks the obvious question. We share a glance before I speak first.

“I don’t mind.”

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