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He was exactly her type.

Taeja took a seat beside him.

A small smirk played on the corner of his lips as he threw an arm on the top of the seat behind her. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Instantly, Taeja was turned off. She’d just managed to sexily waltz through a thick crowd and the first words that came out of his mouth weren’t what she expected them to be. The only thing that kept her scowl at bay was the deep bass to his voice that had her stomach doing backflips.

“Taeja,” she answered. “You?”

“Damon.”

She was about to reply when the cushion beside her dipped. She whipped her head around, ready to tell whoever it was that they were killing her vibe. When hereyes locked on the intruder, the words died off in her throat. She almost rubbed her eyes. Were they deceiving her, or was she seeing double?

This newcomer looked identical to Damon despite most of his features hiding behind the long locs that framed his face. The man’s eyes narrowed on her, and her clit throbbed. Taeja knew she had officially lost her mind. She knew she should’ve got up and ran. Danger oozed off this man in waves, yet all she could imagine was riding him off into the sunset.

“That’s Zain,” said Damon. “My brother.”

“You look so much alike,” she said to neither of them in particular, even though she never took her eyes off Zain. She rolled her shoulders and sat more upright. If the high tension in the air was anything to go by, this night would end with her groveling at their feet.

“He’s my twin,” Damon answered.

“Makes sense,” she blurted, giving Zain a small smile.

Zain huffed and looked away, breaking their intense stare-down. Taeja’s lips parted slightly. What was his problem?

She huffed too and turned away from him. She no longer wanted him. But Damon… she almost licked her lips. She wanted all of him. At least he had manners and was giving her the attention she craved.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing partying by yourself?”

“I’m not a girl. I’m twenty,” she replied a bit too harshly.

Damon chuckled lightly at her outburst, washing away her slight embarrassment. “Sorry, Taeja. I’m thirty-two.”

Her interest in him peaked.

Finally, she decided to answer his earlier question. This line had worked on men before; she knew how much they liked affirmation. “I was waiting on you,” she said, glancing over her shoulder to see Zain staring at her with that brooding expression on his face. Wanting to test the waters again, she added, “And him.”

Zain didn’t respond, and her ego piped down. Was she not pretty enough tonight? Did he not like women who didn’t wear makeup? This man was a challenge.

Damon smirked, his eyes flickering to the exposed skin of her thighs. Damon’seyes ran up her thighs as she threw one leg over the next, and settled on her bright eyes. “You’re bold. Aren’t you, Taeja?”

Her heart skipped several beats, and she released a long shaky breath. The way he said her name almost had her climaxing right there.

She curled a finger and smirked when he brought his head closer. Her mouth was a breadth’s length away from his ear when she said, “I am. What do you want to do about it?”

Damon pulled away. His eyes had a playful yet wicked glint, promising to fulfill all her desires and more. He reached a hand toward her, trailing from her hairline down to her chin and leaving a trail of heat in his wake. He lifted her chin, and her lips parted as another shaky breath escaped. Damon had her heart beating wildly, and the small smirk he wore told her that he wasn’t oblivious to his effect on her. “Can you handle us, Taeja?”

She licked her lips, and Damon’s eyes followed the action before his eyes drifted to hers. Their eyes clashed when they met like a force was reeling them in with lust-painted fingertips.

“Us?” she asked. She thought Zain wasn’t interested in her.

Damon didn’t reply. Instead, he released her chin, leaning back into the cushion as he looked behind her.

Following his gaze, Taeja met Zain’s partially covered eyes. Realizing he’d been intently watching them, her hope renewed. Holding Zain’s aloof stare, she said softly enough so only the twins could hear, “I can handle you. Both of you.”

Standing before the hotelbed, Taeja knew she’d get in trouble with Aaliyah tomorrow. She already imagined her friend cursing her out for disappearing.

But Taeja didn’t care. All she could focus on was now.

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