Don't Stop (The Don't Duet Book 2) by Meg Becker

Author:Meg Becker [Becker, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-four

Drake

“Cheers to you,” Amanda giggled, holding her champagne glass out but tucking her legs beneath her on the couch. There was a light blush on her cheeks that traveled to her neck and disappeared under her thin sweatshirt.

“Cheers to you.” I tapped my water glass against hers. When she tilted her head and finished the glass, I raised my eyebrow. “For someone who seemed hesitant to let me in earlier, you don’t seem to be too upset I’m here.”

Her blush deepened, and Amanda bit down on her lip. “Thank you for coming to celebrate with me. You’re really sweet.”

The laughter bubbled up from her chest, and I couldn’t prevent the smile from tugging at my cheeks. “I’m sweet, hmm?” It wasn’t something I was described as very often. Or ever.

“You are.” She looked at the bottle on the table, debating a refill.

I chuckled. “I’m not usually called sweet.” I gave her a slow once-over.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked suddenly, reaching for the bottle of champagne. I nodded. “Why don’t you drink?”

I shrugged. It was a question I got asked a lot, one I wasn’t often fond of answering. It wasn’t easy to admit I’d lost all control when faced with the stuff. “I loved it too much,” I explained. Amanda reached over and took my hand with the one that didn’t hold her glass.

“What happened?” She looked concerned, or maybe like she pitied me. Either way, it made my stomach harden.

I took a deep breath while she took a drink, stifling a chuckle when she paused mid-gulp. “It became something I couldn’t control. I drank so much that one night I passed out in a bar. The only person that helped me was—”

“Bryson,” she interrupted, her jaw dropping. “I know that story. I didn’t know that was you.” She turned and sat her glass on the table, sliding closer to me.

“He saved my life. I’d do anything for him.” I smiled at her when she beamed, like she was proud to be his sister. Don’t fuck my sister. I cringed, drawing a quickly concerned glance. “Okay, almost anything.”

Amanda covered her mouth to muffle her chuckle. She hummed, reaching onto her knees like she was either going to climb into my lap or off the couch completely. Before I could find out, a heavy knock on the door made the room around us freeze.

Amanda’s eyes widened, and she gasped. By the way she stared at the door but shrank into the sofa, I figured she wasn’t used to having people knock on her door this late.

“Are you expecting someone?” I asked. The hairs on the back of my neck raised when she shook her head.

“No,” she whispered.

I stood up from the couch, holding out my hand when she started to follow me. “Stay there. I’ll get the door.”

Amanda dropped back onto the couch but stayed crouched on her knees. She didn’t move from her spot, only turning her head and following my steps. I peeked through the small window by the door, groaning when I saw the blond-haired man on the other side.

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