Sins of Sorrow (With a Kiss Duet Book 1) by A.R. Rose

Author:A.R. Rose [Rose, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Sly

The bass of electronic dance music does nothing for the headache that’s clawed its way into my skull and is currently radiating pain.

Sitting on a black leather couch, I’m relaxed into it, legs spread wide while I nurse a bourbon. I watch the dance floor from the private balcony Enzo rented for us, suppressing a yawn that begs to come out.

Below me, Sully is in the center of the dance floor sandwiched between two women. His greedy hands wander the one at his front, while the one behind him looks as though she’s too inebriated to function.

He’s having fun, though. I can see the joy on his face from here, as he dances without a care.

His meeting went well, and we celebrated with a bottle of Mitcher’s 25, sent over by Sullivan Senior as a congratulations to his son.

“Why do you look like someone pissed in your Cheerios, cousin?” Enzo asks from where he sits in a leather armchair to the side of the couch I sit on. A redhead is draped across his lap, her face buried against his neck, her hand slid partway through his slightly unbuttoned dress shirt.

“Not much in the party mood,” I tell him, returning my gaze to the dance floor.

My mind has been elsewhere since boarding the plane early this afternoon. I haven’t yet texted her, but my idle fingers have been itching to all evening.

“That’s a shame,” Enzo continues. “It’s been a long time since we’ve partied together.”

“Sì, it has.”

Years, in fact.

I can’t say I miss it.

“We used to share a pretty girl every now and then.” I turn my attention back to him just as he pulls the redhead’s hair aside, exposing her neck. There’s a glimmer in his eye—one that says he’s taunting me.

He’s exaggerating. We’ve never shared a girl sexually—no more than allowing her to climb back and forth from our laps at parties, kissing us until one of us snapped and carried her to a bedroom.

But I was a different man back then. I struggled with women—not understanding why I never felt fulfilled both sexually and intellectually. It wasn’t until my ex-girlfriend that I began to understand why.

Giving pleasure brings me pleasure.

But I have no interest in giving just any woman pleasure. She has to interest me. Intrigue me. Challenge me.

“That was a long time ago, Lorenzo.”

The music is loud, so I cannot hear my cousin as he leans down and says something to the women in his lap, but she looks over at me with a shy smile spreading across her lips as she stands and sashays over.

Her black dress is like a second skin, clinging to her as she tries to pull it down slightly while she walks, but it still leaves little to the imagination.

She hardly slows as she approaches and leans forward, as though she’s going to climb into my lap.

With the bourbon in my hand, I hold the glass upward, signaling for her to stop. “That's enough,” I tell her, only feeling the smallest tick of remorse as her face falls.

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