Page 90 of Graves

Chapter Thirty-Nine

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We’re walking down the busy streets of Seattle, the city lit up by the night lights. I’m wearing a black bodycon dress that has a scoop neck but is completely backless. It’s my favorite for two reasons. One, it shows off everything in just the right places, and two, no bra is required. Win-win.

Zay and Dom are both wearing black dress shirts. While Zay wears black jeans because I don’t think he owns anything else, Dom is wearing black slacks because, again, I don’t think he owns anything else. There isn’t a pop of coloron any of us apart from my red lip stain, and honestly, if that doesn’t sum up our personalities, I don’t know what does.

We come up to a club, and Dominic and Zayden both skip the line, both on either side of me, arms wrapped around me as we walk straight up to the bouncer. One look at the guys and he’s opening the rope and letting us through. I glance at both of them suspiciously, but Dominic’s face is impassive, and Zayden gives me a smirk and a wink as we move through the long hallway.

Dominic tosses out cash for our covers to one of the employees before we step into what is practically another world. The music is thumping so hard the walls are shaking, and the dance floor is absolutely packed. We don’t make it five steps through the door before a man in a nice three-piece suit is rushing up to us.

“Mr. Graves.” He addresses Dom before doing the same to Zay. “It’s a pleasure to have you join us tonight. We have a VIP section reserved for you if you’ll follow me.”

“Thank you, Sean,” Dom says easily as we follow after who I’m assuming is the manager up the stairs.

“How does he know you guys?” I ask in Zayden’s ear.

“You know Dominic. Always an entrepreneur,” he teases.

I frown at that before turning to Dom.

“You own this place?”

He looks down at me and nods, pressing a kiss to my head before we crest the corner to a lavishly decorated area. The black leather booth and jet-black table top oozing simple elegance as a waitress in lingerie comes up to us, smilingwidely.

“What can I get you all?”

“Tequila?” Zayden suggests.

“No!” Dom and I shout at the same time, turning to each other and chuckling before I look at her.

“Can I do a vodka tonic?”

“Same,” Dominic and Zayden say simultaneously.

The girl nods and rushes off to the VIP bar as my eyes roam over the area. There are four other booths up here, two of them taken up by a group of well-dressed guys. My eyes linger on one in particular. He looks familiar. His arm is wrapped around a gorgeous woman with jet-black hair as she tells him something that makes his blonde head throw back with a laugh.

I feel a sharp pinch come from my side, and I look to see Zayden glaring at me. I roll my eyes at his insecurity before I speak.

“I feel like I know him. Who is that?”

Dominic and Zayden both look at the guy before Dominic speaks.

“Trevor Michaels, quarterback for the Crusaders.”

Ah, that makes sense. I don’t watch football personally but the guys at the bar usually have me put it on every Sunday during the season.

“Two boyfriends is plenty, angel,” Zayden scolds with a tight jaw.

I scoff at him before pressing a kiss to his lips. His bunched-up shoulders relax immediately as his hands begin running up and down my body. I pull away from him, though, and reach a hand behind Dom’s neck. He comes to me easily, bending downto deepen the kiss, while Zayden seems to refuse to let go of me.

Feeling a presence beside me, I see the waitress set down our drinks on the table, giving me a subtle wink of encouragement as she does. So she’s obviously a girl’s girl, and I instantly love that.

I pick up one of the drinks, tossing it back in one go before I hand it to her. She laughs lightly.

“Another?”

I nod eagerly. “Keep them coming, please.”

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