“What am I? His assistant? I don’t know where he is.” I take a long drink, wanting to make it last, but unable to do so. “How’s your boyfriend?”
She grins like a naughty kitty cat who knows it’s being bad but continues. “My, Raina, we’re mighty testy this evening.”
“Technically it’s four in the morning,” Becca interrupts.
“Kind of late for Kent to be out, isn’t it?”
I take a deep breath and grab a chip. Don’t snap. “What Kent does isn’t up to me.”
“Well, duh.” She laughs at me, and takes a drink. “What Kent does is up to Kent.”
Becca’s giving Sophie the evil eyes.
“I need another drink.” I bolt up and disappear to the kitchen, pouring a shot while no one’s looking before refilling my drink. When I return Sophie is sitting next to Becca in my spot and her feet are on the couch, chatting with my sister about her tattoos. The only place for me is next to Trevor since I refuse to sit on the sectional.
I groan inwardly and take a seat next to him. His thigh presses into me and his body heat is muggy. He looks down at me and winks.
“Cheater,” I mumble.
He laughs. “Aw, come on.” He puts his arm around me. “We can still be friends.”
“You mean it?”
He’s either drunk or stupid because he laughs again. “I do.”
Sophie shifts so she’s lying on the couch, giving me no room to move away from Trevor. I am stuck with his arm around me while he talks to Sam about his job as an investor. It all sounds so boring but she’s eating it up. I try and shrug out of his hold but he doesn’t get the hint and tightens it, patting my arm as he moves on to stocks.
Becca and Sophie are talking. Everyone’s talking. I’m drinking. My drink and I have a conversation. Sophie’s being a brat and Sam’s kind of gullible. Trevor’s not as slick as he thinks. I am this close to imploding when the front door opens wide, banging off the wall. Kent stumbles in with Zeke and two girls.
Kent trips over his feet and narrowly misses the stereo. He straightens, laughing so hard he can’t breathe. He’s shitfaced. One of the girls grabs his arm and helps him up. My entire body tenses. I scan her. Red hair, curvy body, and her hands are on what is most certainly not hers.
He stares down at her suddenly with narrowed eyes. “I told you it wasn’t going to be like that. Get your fucking hands off me.” He yanks himself out of her grip as she stares at him in shock.
Sophie snickers beside me.
“Kent, calm down,” Zeke growls. “You’ve been a dick all night.”
“I’m always a dick, Zeke. When am I ever not a dick?” He shoves at Zeke, tripping over his feet once more. “You only wanted to come back to see my girl.”
Zeke glares at him. “Go sleep it off. Come on, girls. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah. Get out of my apartment.” He tries to kick at them but they’re already gone.
Sophie’s grinning. “This is going to be so good.”
“What?” I whisper, afraid to catch his attention.
She doesn’t answer.
Kent turns around, realizing he has an audience. He smiles pleasantly. “Ladies…” And then he spots me. He takes in Trevor’s arm over me, how close I am to him, and I know exactly what Sophie was doing switching seats. Kent’s eyes blaze. He points at me. “What is he doing here?” he shouts. “Get away from him. Don’t touch him.”
I start to move but Trevor holds me tightly and Becca gets up to block Kent’s path. “Don’t talk to my sister that way.”
“Your sister is mine! Not that prick’s. Tell him, Rain. Tell him you’re mine.” Kent tries to move around her.
She grabs his shoulders and pushes him back. “My sister is her own person. If she wants to sit with another guy she can.”
Kent is losing it. “Your sister,” he sneers, “is mine. Get over it and get used to it. I want her!” he shouts in her face. “Do you have any idea how badly I want this girl?”
“Let me go,” I hiss at Trevor harshly.
“Look at him. You want to go to him right now?” Trevor grips me closely.
Becca doesn’t even flinch. “Go to sleep, Kent.”
“Look, Becca. I don’t want to hurt you but if you don’t get out of my way I’m going to make you get out of my way.”