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Lourde

I’ve always had a one-sided crush on my brother’s older best friend, but I’ve had to forget about him.

When my love life spectacularly blows up in my face and I’m stranded in the Hamptons, he appears.

Reluctantly, he lets me stay with him for the summer, and I’m determined not to let my vacation and newly single status go to waste.

But he has other ideas.

He is dark, controlled, and mysterious... I loathe him, but I’m so hot for him.

Barrett

She is my best friend’s younger sister, gorgeous yet completely forbidden.

She thinks I don’t want her, but she’s seriously mistaken. I want nothing more than for her to scream my name on her bow-shaped lips.

But I’m no good, so I won’t touch her. Lourde Diamond deserves the goddamn world, not me.


***Steamy, age-gap romance with a HFN ending.***

I swayed my hips on the dance floor. Then, sliding my hands down my ruby red dress that gripped my body, I closed my eyes and let the beat overcome me. Or perhaps it was the two glasses of bubbles I quickly downed. Whatever, I didn’t care. I felt free.

After a while, I opened my eyes, my gaze settling on our table. Barrett’s green eyes stared back at me. My cheeks burned cherry red while my skin heated all over. Thank God it was dark.

“Hey, where’s Josh?”
I blinked a few times, then turned to Grace, who was looking at me curiously.

“B... bathroom,” I managed to get out, and when I glanced back at Barrett, his lady friend had her hands around his neck.
Did I just imagine the whole thing? Ugh.

“Actually, I might check,” I said to the girls who were dancing to “Unapologetic Bitch” by Madonna. Josh had said he was going to the toilet but had been gone for a while.

On the way to the bathroom, I bumped into Magnus and asked if he could check if Josh was, in fact, keeled over in the men’s bathroom. After he came out, he informed me Josh wasn’t there.

What the hell. I didn’t know at this point if I was more aggravated over my brother’s sexist comment, Barrett for giving me that spine-tingling stare, or my missing boyfriend. And tonight was meant to be about me?

Finally, I gave up scouring the crowd and slipped out the back exit in need of some quiet. Outside, the air was brutally cold—the wind whipping down the sidewalk, tossing my hair around my shoulders. The music lowered to a dull thud, giving me the space to hear my own thoughts.

Moans pulled my attention, and curiously I walked toward the sound.
I turned the corner.
No.

A girl with a tacky pleather skirt and a blonde bob was on her knees with Josh’s dick in her mouth. “What the fuck, Josh?”

His eyes enlarged to the size of saucepans. “Oh, shit.” He tried to zip up and push her aside, but I was already running away. I turned the corner and ran back toward the club.

Nearly tripping over, I slammed into a chest and a scent so intoxicating, it momentarily pulled me away from my existence.

“Lourde?”
I stared up into his green eyes. It was Barrett, and I couldn’t help it. My eyes spilled with tears.

“What happened? Do you want me to get your brother?” he asked.

I glared at him, fuming at the idea.

“Okay, not Connor. Just tell me what happened.”

“I just saw my boyfriend getting a blow job in the alleyway .”

“What the fuck?” His eyes darkened with rage. “I’ll kill him,” he said, his tone like ice.

“No, just take me home.” I stared up at him, pleading.
He balled his fists by his sides.

“Please, Barrett.” My voice came out on the verge of begging.

He put his arm around me, and we quickly walked in the opposite direction toward his car. In under ten minutes, we were back in front of 147 Park Avenue. Moments later, after sitting in silence, he turned to me.

“Hey, you okay?”

I kept my gaze down. I didn’t want him to see my tear- stained cheeks and smeared mascara eyes. His fingers wrapped around my chin, tilting my face so I’d have no option but to face him.

“Don’t think twice about him. You deserve so much better than that asshole.” His hands lingered on my chin, his thumb stroking my cheek.

“Of course, you're going to say that.”

“What, why?” He removed his hand, but the warmth of his touch remained.

“You're just being kind. It’s what everyone says to comfort someone. But what I really want to know is, why? What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing, you did absolutely nothing.”

Sobs clogged my throat.

“Come here, Lourde.”

He unclipped my seat belt, and with one deft move, lifted me over the center console and onto his lap, pulling me into his chest. Firm, broad muscles were everywhere, and his scent was a cocktail of manly things like tobacco, whiskey, and something forbidden.

When I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands dipped lower around my waist. The air in the car grew thick. He was all I needed to forget. I glanced up, and his hooded eyes stared back. My heart thundered in my chest. “Will you make me forget?” I whisper.

I moved slightly closer, but he made no move to kiss me. Instead, he looked away and slid his hands from around my waist. “Lourde,” he said, his voice like gravel.
“Just forget it, Barrett.” I pulled the door latch open, stepped out as quickly as possible without splitting a side seam, and ran toward the glowing double doorways.
Fuck my life.

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