All Chapters of WILD ADDICTION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“I know him already,” I mumbled it out.Dayton tilted her head to the side, looking at me blankly. “Well, I suppose that will make everything easier. Maid of honor and best man. You guys have to get along.”

I turned and looked at her. Aaron was standing behind her, his hand on her back, staring at Ivan. Dayton’s eyes were flicking between us.“It’s fine,” I answered, grabbing my keys from the bar. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”He watched me the whole time. Like he’s a predator stalking his prey, his eyes were fixated on me. They follow my every move, studying me, evaluating me…memorizing me.It’s unnerving. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s not a sinister look or even remotely bad. It’s casual. Intense, but casual. No different than the way you watch the characters move across the stage at the theater.If only there weren’t something…in his gaze that set off a herd of butterflies in my stomach so strong that I can barely eat a thing. Most of my dinner is pushed around my plate, untouched except for the gentle prodding of my fork. Aaron asked for the

Cake. There were cake everywhere. Every-fucking-where. Normal cake, Chocolate cake, Cheesecake, Red velvet cake, Ooh, Red velvet cake… yummy. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in a bakery, after all, but just the sight of all the cake is making me feel a little sick. I haven’t tasted a thing yet, but I’d bet I’ll be ready to vomit pretty damn soon if the platter in front of me is anything to go by. I eyed it warily, and Dayton nudged me. “It’s just cake.” “It’s a lot of cake. I mean, how many different types of cake are there?” She looked around the bakery. “A lot, evidently.” “Why do we have to try them all?” I picked up a chocolate cake sample and looked at the label. “Chocolate fudge cake! Well, we both know what that tastes like.” She grabbed my wrist before I could put it down. “Brenda, humor me, please?” I turned my face toward her. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.” She tried to put an annoyed look, but the twitch of her

“There are several things on offer tonight, but they might not be what you’re looking for.”“I’m sure there’s something in this bar I’m looking for.” His eyes flashed.“Then you should probably look at the bar instead of the woman serving behind it.”The twitching in his lips pulled them into a full-fledged smirk. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.”“Oh, isn’t that the problem,” I muttered, turning to serve another person.Ivan’s eyes were on me the whole time, following every one of my movements as I poured three pints and handed them to the barely legal co-eds eyeing me up.“Are you working all night?” one of them asked. He was built and leaned his elbow on the bar so his bicep flexed.“I am,” I smiled at him flirtatiously.He winked before turning away with his buddies.I heard a

And that talking bullshit. I bet he wanted to talk—with his cock. Frankly, thought, I prefer his cock talking over his mouth talking. His cock isn’t capable of spouting complete and utter douchery - nonsense.I shivered as I unlock my apartment door. Thinking about his cock isn’t helping matters here. In fact, all it was doing is getting me worked up. It was not getting his arrogant ass out of my head or the tingle of his touch off my skin. It was making it worse.I grabbed my phone to call Dayton, but 1:45 blinks back at me from the bright screen. Huh. Maybe calling her at almost two a.m. isn’t a smart idea.I took a long breath and glanced at Angus curled on the sofa. I turn the key in the lock and headed for my room, intent on calling my best friend in the morning.Dayton asked me to meet her at the coffee shop to talk about something on her mind.“I don’t have long.” Dayton slided into the seat opposite