Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,27
sexy as hell in a green dress that hugged every curve, and everyone would be staring at us. I owned one pair of black dress pants and she found a white button-up shirt in the back of my closet, shoving it at me when I told her I’d look like a waiter if I wore those two pieces of clothing together. She told me no one in their right mind would mistake me for waitstaff and tossed it over my bare shoulder before walking out of the room. I rolled the sleeves up to the elbows just to make sure.
The moment we walked into the establishment, my skin bristled in awareness I didn’t fit in. Normally, I’d revel in standing out, but I wanted to show Zoe I could adjust to her world, her friends, her way of life. Stares cascaded over me as she led me toward two people waving at her from across the room.
“Is that them?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah. Sasha and Andy.” Her voice hitched when she said Andy’s name and the swirl of wariness began to curl around every cell in my body.
The dark blond-haired man smiling at my woman was tall and lean, dressed in all black. I surveyed the area and noticed a few women vying for his attention as they walked by. His smile widened the closer we got, and I had to do something quick to show him Zoe was mine now. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Make sure not to drink too much because I need you alert when we get home.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna beg me to stop.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed and her breath froze in her lungs. When she lifted her eyes to mine, we shared a moment, and I knew she understood my intention of saying that to her in this exact moment. “I look forward to it.” Zoe rested her hand on my chest, over my heart and smiled up at me. “I promise not to drink too much.” We stayed in our bubble for another ten seconds before we both exhaled at the same time. “Ready?” I nodded, and she clasped her hand in mine and guided me toward her friends.
Sasha, the brunette standing next to Andy, was attractive, and I probably would’ve looked at her twice had I never met Zoe. But now that I had the most beautiful woman in the world, no one else compared.
“Zoe. It’s so nice to see you,” Andy gushed, wrapping his arms around her, dislodging her hand from mine, and pulling her in for a big hug before kissing each cheek. I thought I detected an accent, but he spoke so quickly I could’ve been mistaken. “You look gorgeous as usual.” He kept his hands on her arms too long not to be disrespectful to me, the man who she was obviously with, and while I didn’t want to cause a scene and embarrass her, I pulled her back and his arms fell to his sides. The fucker’s eyes roamed over me, grinning when he finally looked me in the face. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, extending his hand to me.
“Sasha, this is Matteo.” Zoe nudged me in the side when I still hadn’t accepted the man’s outstretched hand. It was only then my brain registered what she’d said. Not my real name but his. Sasha? My eyes bounced from his to the brunette and back again before finally clasping his hand.
If this was Sasha, then the woman was Andy.
An exhale of relief passed my lips at the realization I’d gotten all worked up over nothing.
“Nice to meet you.” Sasha gripped my hand, pointing at my neck when he released me. “That’s quite a tattoo you got there,” he said, his accent poking through, an accent I believed to be Russian. I waited for him to say something snarky afterward, but he didn’t. He glanced at my forearm, where I also had ink, his appreciation apparent when he looked me back in the eye and smiled. “I have some ink, too. I can appreciate the artwork.”
“Thanks.”
“And this is Andy.” Zoe gestured toward the woman. Her friend looked me up and down, keeping her hands at her sides.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, her British accent shining through. “I can’t wait to hear all about you two.” If I wasn’t mistaken, I thought I detected a trace of annoyance in her voice. Did