Page 19 of The Enemy

“Your brother. He’s my wet dream.”

I almost choked on my drink.

“Satan’s kid is not my brother,” I spat. “And he’s a dick.”

Martin would call me a liar if I were to call Neo ugly. There was no denying the bastard was hot.

“If you say so. I’ve heard nothing but good things about him.”

“Lucky you,” I told him as I downed my drink so that I could ask for another before we went back with the others.

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

The dark timber of the man next to me made me smile.

“Hello, Wesley.” I turned my profile so I could face him. I tipped my drink toward him as I did, but he wasn’t having any of that. Instead, he opened his arm, pulled me toward his muscular chest, and hugged me.

Well, this was new.

“So, it’s true what they say… The prettiest girls are always at the bar.”

He caught me off guard, and I just hoped my smile looked confident and flirty. I discreetly looked around and noticed I was the only woman at the bar. Since everyone else had class, they drank champagne from the flutes the waiters were passing around or had their dates come to get them a drink.

“Aren’t you charming?”

He winked at me.

“Hey, just calling it like I see it.”

Before I could respond, Martin had enough of being on the sidelines.

“Who do we have here?” he asked, even though he knew damn well who I was talking to.

Wes looked down at me and then at Martin. The thing about Martin was that even though he was extremely handsome and really put together, he wasn’t flamboyant. He had a beard that was always groomed. Eyebrows that would make most women envious, and as of recently, he added some highlights to his hair.

Unless your gaydar were off the charts, you’d just think he was very, very vain. Because Daddy controls his money, he can’t go out and “embarrass” the family.

“Wesley, this is my friend, Martin. Martin, this is Wes. He is one of Neo’s friends.”

Even though I didn’t want to say the asshole's name, it seemed appropriate to throw it in there.

“Sooo you’re friends with big brother,” Martin repeated after me.

“I’m offended, Lou. I thought we were friends too?”

Since he was still holding on to me, I patted his chest, and man, was it firm. “A few holidays a year, friends do not make.”

“Well, don’t we look cozy?”

The three of us turned toward the newcomer. My lip curled in annoyance upon seeing Tatum. Martin’s eyes gleamed, but he wasn’t looking at Tatum. When I followed his eyesight, I took astep back, but it only pushed me closer to Wes since he shifted at that exact moment.

His dark eyes raked over me dismissively, then turned to Wes. I felt his gaze slide down my body until it landed on the side of my hip, where Wes rested his hand.

Neo wasn’t alone. Next to him was a tall, slim, leggy blonde. And I knew she was leggy because she wore a red A-line minidress with barely-there straps and underwire cups to frame her chest. The dress was amazing, and she pulled it off because she was slender; on me, it would look like I was practically naked.

“I don’t get a hug?” Tatum asked as he opened his arms.

Eww. You know that feeling you got when guys pictured you naked? Yeah, Tatum always gave me that feeling. He didn’t see me as a person but as some sexual being, and it was disgusting.

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