A Billionaire's Cabin Love - Posey Parks Page 0,65

I dated wanted that title. Wouldn’t happen. Relationships weren’t for me. I’d be a bachelor for life.

Holding my phone to my ear, I dipped between two buildings. It rang and rang. Her voicemail popped on.

“You’ve reached Rayne. Leave a message.”

Her voice was always silky smooth until I pissed her off. Then she threw in a little base. I loved how her tiny boxy nose twisted and those chestnut almond-shaped eyes narrowed. The cutest sight. She loved my fingers stroking her thick, long wavy black locks as much as I did whenever I washed her hair. Marveling the amber beauty while we watched our favorite shows or when we cooked dinner together forever took my breath away. And those lips. God, those pouty lips were a work of art. The disappointing words I left on the recording squeezed my heart like a tomato.

I sighed. If you haven’t realized by now. I’m in love with my best friend.

My parents and our friends were aware, but somehow Rayne overlooked the obvious. Granted, our friendship was a little unique. After all, we made a pact at fourteen to lose our virginity to each other at sixteen.

That night was the second time we kissed. Fireworks sparked in my head on both occasions.

We marveled Atlanta’s dark summer sky, tangled in blankets in my backyard on the manicured lawn. Holding her in my arms on her birthday had my wheels turning. Profess your love for her. No, don’t do it.

Her gentle fingers stroked my cheek and my cock stirred.

“Remember, Monday we’ll return to school like normal. Nothing changes. No one has to know.” She sealed that fucked up comment with a kiss. I couldn’t believe it.

Rayne used my words against me. That’s what I told her so she wouldn’t change her mind about our special night.

By the last bell of the school day, I’d been seen making out with three girls. Yup, my fucking heart iced over. A new girl was on my arm weekly. No way would I let Rayne know I loved her. Didn’t stop me from releasing my frustrations deep inside of her.

My buddies Wyatt and Deacon were the only people who knew Rayne and I had sex. They thought it was just that one time. Nope, we fucked often until Rico came into the picture. They became a couple. Hearing Rayne talk about his perfect, black curly hair was like stabbing me in the heart with a dagger repeatedly. Oh yeah, and how dreamy his eyes were. I wanted to end his fucking life. Being a great best friend meant listening to bullshit you didn’t want to hear. What could I say? Rayne was my favorite girl.

Cornering Rico in the weight room, I threatened to kill him if he touched her pussy. My pussy.

That relationship was doomed from the start.

My phone vibrated, bringing me back from my memories. After the third text I sent, she probably replied.

My brows lowered. It was a chick I met the other night asking to hook up later. Guess I’d call Rayne on my second break. I wouldn’t stop calling and texting until I knew she was all right.

Walking toward the studio, my lips tipped up at one end. Our friends Wyatt, Deacon, Sylvie, and Lakelyn would be in town next week for Raynes’s birthday.

We didn’t see each other that often. Wyatt Oakley, who we called Oak, was a famous NFL wide receiver for the Atlanta Falcons. Deacon Hurns would graduate from law school next year. He’d run his father’s law firm soon.

Deacon was single. Not opposed to relationships, just content dating several women.

His sister Lakelyn was one year younger than him. She worked in sports medicine as a physical therapist. After completing medical school, she’d become a doctor.

Lakelyn ran through men left and right. Rayne said she was the female version of her brother. Athletes sniffed behind her like dogs. None of them could tie her down.

Sylvie Montrose took over her family’s catering company.

She recently created a successful cooking blog. Sylvie was the only one out of the group in a solid relationship. Her boyfriend Tyler was a chef. He owned flourishing restaurants’ in Atlanta and Miami.

Good times were definitely in order. My only concern was the thick, sexual tension that hung in the air between Wyatt and Lakelyn whenever they were in close proximity.

Deacon warned him in the past not to pursue his little sister. I believe he honored his wishes. Anytime the group was together, Oak appeared on edge.

Well, we’d cross that bridge later.