Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I stop my car right in front of The Hope Diamond and getting out, I walk over to the head of security who’s talking to other members of his staff.
“What happened?”
“Mr. Reyes,” his eyes widen with shock from seeing me here, which is no surprise as I let Falcon and the guys deal with everything regarding Trinity. “Miss Truman reported a break-in, but nothing’s been taken, and there’s no sign of forced entry.”
Stephanie comes walking out of the dorm, and with a nod to the head of security, I turn away from them.
“I’ve made sure the press doesn’t get wind of what happened,” she says before I can ask. This is why she’s so valuable to the company. You never have to ask her to do anything, she just takes care of problems as they arise.
“And the break-in?”
Stephanie shrugs, which is unusual for her. “It doesn’t look like someone broke in, Julian. Jamie says all her stuff has been moved around, but nothing is missing.”
What?
“Maybe it’s another student playing a prank on her?” Stephanie offers her thoughts.
“Is Falcon up there with her?” I ask.
“Yes, and Mason and Lake are there as well, along with the girls.”
“Good, then I’ll head back to the office. Thanks for taking care of this,” I say as I begin to walk back to my car, upset that I rushed over for nothing.
The rest of my weekend is uneventful until I walk into the restaurant on Sunday for dinner.
Being the last one to arrive, I have no choice but to take the open chair next to Jamie.
“Evening everyone,” I greet as I sit down.
The group responds, and out of courtesy, I glance at Jamie. “Is everything okay after the break-in?”
“Yes, thank you. It was just weird.”
“Probably a prank.” I turn my attention away from her only to meet Mason’s eyes. He smirks, which has me shaking my head.
Much to my ire, Kingsley stares dreamily at Jamie and me. “You guys would make such a good-looking couple.”
I’m still searching for words, when Jamie responds, “Hell no. I’d rather remain single for the rest of my life, thank you very much.”
I should be thankful that she’s trying to put an end to the subject, but feeling offended, I say, “You were never an option, to begin with.”
“Ouch,” Layla jumps in.
“This looks so familiar,” Lake adds. “It feels like I’m watching Mason and Kingsley again.”
“Right?” Mason asks. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed.”
“Noticed what?” Falcon asks, glancing between Jamie and me.
“This went south fast,” Jamie mutters under her breath to me.
“All because you couldn’t keep quiet,” I lay the blame at her feet.
She turns in her seat and scowls at me. “Do you ever take accountability for anything in your life?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, the irritation in me growing at rapid speed.
“You’re so quick to blame me for everything. Ever thought that it takes two to tango?”
“Tango?” Lake asks, yanking my attention back to the group. A smile begins to form around his lips. “Who tangoed with who?”
“No one,” I snap, and where it used to work in the past, it has zero effect now because Lake’s damn smile just keeps getting bigger.
“Ooooh… did something happen we don’t know about?” Kingsley joins in.
I let out a groan, knowing there’s no way of stopping this trainwreck from happening.
“Something happened,” Falcon says, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “Care to share, big brother?”
I let out a hopeless chuckle, shaking my head.
“Fine, I’ll take the fall for this one. But the next one is totally on you,” Jamie says. I turn to her, and before I can do something stupid like slapping my hand over her mouth like a damn kid, she blurts it all out, “We had a one-night-stand, and it traumatized Julian. He’s been a jerk ever since.” She gives me a pleased grin. “Oh, don’t tell my family. I’d rather leave that bomb for Julian to drop.”
Holy shit. There’s no stopping this woman.
Is she fucking insane?
The waitress interrupts us to take our drinks order. “Whiskey,” I manage to say without growling.
“You should bring a bottle, it looks like he’s going to need it,” Jamie interjects next to me.
Locking eyes with her, I growl, “Could you stop?”
“Why? It’s the truth. I’d drink if I could, but I can’t.”
“Like that has stopped you before,” I bite out.
Once all the orders have been placed, I glance around the table, then snap, “Can we talk about something else?”
“Why?” Kingsley asks. “This is so much more fun.”
“I agree,” Falcon adds, a wide smile on his face.
Lake begins to chuckle, which means he’ll soon be laughing his ass off at my expense.
“I’m confused,” Lee says. I suppress letting out a groan because she’s the quiet one in the group, and if she starts asking questions, I know the others won’t shut up. “Did they spend a night together?”