Page 12 of Not Over You
“A co-worker of ours is an investor,” Rhett said. “He keeps us on the list every Thursday, Friday and Saturday.”
“Cool,” Rayma murmured, sipping her drink. It would appear Peyton had mixed things up and gone with blueberry Stoli vodka, club soda, and just the smallest splash of cranberry juice rather than their typical vodka, soda, and a wedge of lime.
“Well, I’m game,” Peyton said, making a slurping sound in the bottom of her glass with her straw.
Rayma turned to her friend whose gray eyes were a little droopy from the alcohol. Normally, Rayma was the wild party animal and it was Peyton with the level-head, but seeing Jordan and feeling his gaze still on her, had Rayma not quite ready to leave the bar, even if it wasn’t her shoulder Jordan had his arm draped around.
“I don’t know …” she said, nursing her drink.
Peyton’s strawberry blonde brows bunched. “He’s with someone else. We should go. Even if it’s not to Diamond Back with these guys, we don’t need to stick around and keep jabbing toothpicks into your heart.”
“Something wrong?” Rhett asked, his face full of concern.
“My ex,” Rayma said with a sigh. “We didn’t end on bad terms. He moved away. But now he’s back and apparently dating someone.” Her shoulders slumped. “I honestly don’t think I’d be very good company right now.”
Rhett and Ethan exchanged looks.
“Nonsense,” Ethan said, draping an arm around Peyton. “We’ve all had our heartbroken. We can commiserate together. No need to be alone with your sadness. Share it with us.”
Rhett offered her an encouraging smile. So did Peyton.
Rayma could feel Jordan’s eyes on her, and when she flicked her gaze up from Ethan to where she knew Jordan was, she nearly doubled over from the intensity of the butterflies taking flight in her stomach. Flames flickered behind the green of his eyes, his nostrils flared.
She swallowed, unable to look away.
But then their spell across the bar was broken when Laura said something to him and drew his attention away from Rayma. He smiled down at Laura and kissed the side of her head, gutting Rayma in the process.
She finished her drink in one long sip, fighting the burning behind her eyes from the tears that wanted to fall, then turned to face Rhett. “Sure! Lead the way.”
Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Presentday…
Why the fuck was she leaving with The Douche Brigade?
And where the fuck were they going?
Even though he should have been giving Laura and her cousin Paul his undivided attention, Jordan’s eyes and mind were on the woman laughing and smiling with her friend and those two silver-spoon randos she just met at the bar.
She was so out of their league.
Fuck, she was out of Jordan’s league, too, but at least he knew it and didn’t act like he deserved her.
But those two idiots, they struggled to keep their eyes on either woman’s face long enough for her to even finish a sentence.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Not that he could do anything, but he just didn’t like the idea of Rayma leaving with those guys. They made every hackle inside Jordan stand up, and he was so blinded by red flags he could hardly see the cover band on stage.
It’s your own damn fault. You’ve been back for three months and haven’t called her.
Yeah, since laying eyes on Rayma across the bar earlier and slowly making his way toward her, then listening to her give that incel shit-stain a piece of her mind, which had been the highlight of his damn night, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.
And when she realized it was him, then turned around to look at him, he was brought right back to that moment when he finally let her take him in her mouth.
Because yeah, he had tolether because she’d literally been begging him for it.