The Bet (18+)

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Chapter 52

Drinks were going down nicely and Damon hadn’t taken his hand off of me yet. I could feel the heat of his palm on the small of my back and every time I went to move, he held me there.


“Where are you going?” Damon asked into my ear as his perfect lips brushed across the sweet spot there.


I shivered from so much damn excitement and let out a small giggle as I leaned back to look at him. “You’ve all been buying the drinks all night. It’s my turn and the bar is over there.”


He half smirked at me and slid his hand from the small of my back to my ass before he lightly squeezed me there.


I turned from the table with a laugh and stepped away from him for the first time after our rendezvous in the bathroom. My heart was full knowing that he was back and it didn’t take long for us to make up. I’d die a million deaths if he continued to stay distanced from me. He was all I wanted.


“Hey, Sugar, what can I get ya?” The guy bartender grinned at me the moment I approached the bar.


“Hey, can I get another pitcher of that dark beer and,” I paused to look back at our table to count heads, “five shots of Patron?”


“Coming right up, babe.” He spun away and got to work on my order.


The club was still pumping and there wasn’t an empty seat in the house. I can’t believe I hadn’t ever been here before. I’ve lived here for how long and never been? Doesn’t sound like me, but then again, I was stuck living with the snobbiest brats on campus and they wouldn’t be caught dead at a place like this. I’m so glad to be out from underneath them. I wonder what they’d think if they knew about Damon and me? I let out a chuckle as I shook my head and continued to watch the bartender make our drinks.


“Taylor?”


I froze at the sound of his voice. No, this can’t be happening right now. I could only imagine how jealous Damon could get and I didn’t want to see that tonight.


Turning, I gave the guy a fake smile.


“Oh, hey… you.” I couldn’t remember his name to save my life.


He chuckled as he stepped right up beside me. “It’s Erik.”


“I knew that,” I lied. “How have you been?” I didn’t care but thought I’d be polite.


“I’ve been missing you,” he murmured, sliding his finger along my bare arm. “I knew you wouldn’t call me, but I’m sure glad to see you here tonight.”


I shifted away from his fingers and gave him another fake smile. “I haven’t called you, Erik, because I didn’t plan on sleeping with you again.”


He was so damn nice to look at with that shaggy sandy blonde hair of his and perfect jawline. I also knew what he looked like beneath all those clothes and I remember enjoying myself immensely that night. He was my last real one night stand before the bet happened.


“I see you’re not at the house anymore. Do you have more private accommodations now?” He leaned in and got extremely close to me. “I’d love to take a tour of your new place. Maybe, ya know, break in your bed.”


The old Taylor would have taken him up on his offer without hesitation, but the new Taylor wanted to shove him away.


“I’m actually seeing someone,” I replied honestly.


His brows shot up in surprise as he stepped a few inches back and held up his hands. “Shit, I didn’t realize. Who’s the lucky guy?”


“I am,” Damon growled and I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck.


Erik turned toward him and looked surprised.


“You?” He laughed like this was some sort of joke. Then he looked back at me. “Is this a joke?”


I shook my head and glared at him. I get that Damon was picked on and considered the loser of campus, but I thought that was just between my group of friends. I didn’t realize how far it stretched until now.


“Is there a problem?” Damon hissed and I knew he was about to lose his shit.


I got up from my barstool and laid my hand on his shoulder. “Damon, relax. He’s a nobody.”


Erik barked out a laugh. “A nobody? You weren’t saying that when I was pounding into you so hard your bed almost broke.”


The blood drained from my face as I felt Damon’s shoulder stiffen. And then he punched Erik right in the jaw. He went down like a sack of potatoes and the people surrounding us made a wide circle as they began to whisper amongst themselves. Great, like we need a fucking audience again.


“Damon, just leave it alone. Come on.” I grabbed his arm and tugged him away from the bar. “Bring our drinks over, will ya?” I shouted to the bartender who gave me a single nod before he glanced over the bar at Erik.

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