Sammi POVI glare at Grayson, frustrated beyond belief. He always does this—whenever I try to keep something to myself, he spills the beans. It's as if he gets enjoyment from telling them things about me that I try to keep hidden. Zade stands there, waiting for me to explain, but all I want to do is hide the truth. I could easily say I lost my job and left it at that, but what about the rest? That’s a catastrophe just waiting to explode.If I simply told them Paul fired me because there wasn’t enough work, they would believe it. But then they would probably go to Paul and find out I lied. The truth—that he essentially fired me because I don’t flirt with customers—would only lead to disaster. This is why I didn't want to tell them, but apparently, Grayson decided to dictate my life even though he has no part in it or rights to it.“Why? Come on, explain,” Zade presses, his patience wearing thin. “Grayson saw you there; you’re the fastest server, great at mixing drinks. So why?” He wait
Sammi POVI’ve left the fourth building, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. Finding a new job is proving harder than I anticipated. Sure, I know a few places where I could get hired easily, but those are all spots where Zade, Joel, Jax, and Zak have connections. They would interfere, and I refuse to land a job because my brothers pulled strings. So, I drive out of the main city, heading into the next one, determined to find something on my own terms.This new city is my best shot—a place where my brothers won’t know where I’m working or who my employer is. I can’t have them swooping in and taking control. For the next three hours, I hop from one place to another, facing polite rejections and empty promises. Just as my hope begins to wane, I spot a building that catches my eye.Luxe Nights.I sit in my car, staring at the sign. Luxe Nights. It’s a bar, the kind of place where I know I can excel. Bar work is something I’m good at, something I enjoy, and it’s exactly the kind
Grayson POVI watch as Sammi walks away from me; she thinks it’s easy not to touch her, but she's very wrong. The fact I got out of the shower and followed her naked through the house, with the risk her brothers would see, is proof it's not easy.Then, she stands here naked in a fucking silk robe. She didn't close it. She moved, making it open more. Turning, I walk upstairs, getting to her room, I walk in without knocking. She turns, shocked, entirely naked, and grabs the robe. What the hell am I doing? She needs to tell me to get out, to go and leave her alone. I watch as she steps closer to me. I stand, staring at her, waiting for her to see sense or for my strength to come back and make me walk out of this room before touching her. "What do you want, Gray?" The way she says Gray makes me want to fuck her. "Do you have any idea how bad this would become if your brothers found out?" I step closer, and she doesn't move. "How fucking awkward it will become because we can't tell them
Sammi POVI'm still reeling from Grayson’s actions. Part of me wants to believe that he acted like that purely to push me away through the fear of my brothers. Another part of me, though, feels like it was his way of taunting me and reminding me of exactly how they see me. He claimed I was no different from other women, and now I agree. Grayson is known for his promiscuity and lack of emotional depth. So, was his reaction because I said no? I have a feeling no one ever tells him no, and he was shocked I had. It gave me the boost I needed to step out of my comfort zone and wear a revealing dress. It’s short, and parts of it are see-through, which is perfect. I didn’t miss the way Grayson choked on his drink when he saw me or how his eyes stayed fixed on my body. Right now, I feel like I'm obsessing purely because of what happened. I've never been with a guy in any sense, to be honest. So that's all this is: me obsessing over him because he gave me pleasure like no man has yet to. It
Sammi POVWhen I wake up, I realise how late it is. Grabbing clothes to wear tonight, I throw them in a bag along with shoes. I put on a pair of shorts and a cropped top. I would wear leggings, but if I'm practising, I need to be in something similar to what I'll be wearing when working.So, dancing in leggings won't help, as the friction will undoubtedly be different when dancing on the pole. Rushing down, my plan is to grab something quick for breakfast. I've thrown my hair up into a messy bun. As I get into the kitchen, the guys turn and look at me.Throwing some bread into the toaster, I walk to the fridge and get a bottle of water out. “Late for something?” Zade looks at me. “Work,” I mutter as I grab the toast out. “Work? You were there till gone four, and they expect you back in already?” His words are loud, and my eyes roll. “I'm not going there to work, but I'm meeting some of the ladies to get to know them. That's all.” I shrug and begin to butter the toast. “Which club
Sammi POVI got home around half-twelve last night, which means today I'm not rushing. I can actually consider the next steps. I need to figure out when the guys will be out of the house for a few hours. I really want to have an aerial hoop installed in my room, but I can’t if they are at home. The issue is that they don't always work at the same time. I also don't want to make it obvious that I'm trying to find out when the house will be free. Walking down, the kitchen is empty, so I grab breakfast and walk through. I find them sitting in the office. They turn and look at me as I walk in and take a seat. “How's the business going?” I ask, trying to seem interested in my family's business. “All good. Why?” Joel looks at me, and I shrug. “Just wondered, that's all. I've not asked about them for some time now.” I smile at them. “Things are going well. Expansions have done well. You would know if you actually joined the family business instead of sitting out of it all.” Zade looks
Sammi POVWork has gone well, and I've noticed the ladies watching me as well. Their expressions are hard to read. I watch as the last customer staggers out of the door slowly."Sammi," I hear Jodie and turn to see her. She moves closer so she can whisper in my ear, "Are you two dating?" Which two is she on about? "Who?" I laugh slightly."You and Jake," she laughs as if it should have been common sense for me to know who she was talking about. "No...Why would you think that?" I don't understand. "Because he never comes during the day, but he did today. Then, he's watched you all night. He never does."I hadn't noticed. "I...No, we're not." What else can I say?She laughs slightly. "Maybe right now you're not. But something tells me he is going to make a move on you. He watched you more than he served tonight, and you would be cute together," she pulls back and winks. "Ready to leave, Doll?" I turn to see Jake waiting by the door and nod. "By the way, we all chose our names. Dol
Sammi POVI don't sleep well; I keep replaying the kiss over, not in a way to enjoy it, but because something feels missing. My mind keeps going to Grayson, of all people, the one person I hate. It makes absolutely no sense at all. After showing up and getting dressed, I cleaned around my room a bit. It’s already clean, but I want to ensure it's extra clean. Walking down, I grab breakfast. The guys are sitting and talking at the table. It’s only eight, but I’m eager for them to leave before Jake arrives, although he's not coming for over an hour. “What are your plans for today, kiddo?” Joel looks at me. “Playing grownup rather than being it,” Grayson laughs, and I launch the toast at his head.“Fuck you,” asshole. He sits laughing like it's amusing, but it's not. At all. “Stop picking on her guys.” Zade nudges Grayson. “I'm going to meet the women from work again,” I shrug slightly. “Again? You've basically made work your life.” Jax sits confused. “They are good friends,” I mut