Page 5 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
I drew closer to them. I wanted to see his face clearly. The way he stood there now, he reminded me of someone from my past. Someone I had met just once, for one night, and then never seen again. So it was highly possible I was just seeing things. Just making it up in my head because I wanted it to be true.
“Your nose is…bleeding,” I said, as I went closer to him.
He stood there with his legs planted firmly apart, his big wide shoulders heaving, studying me closely because he must have noticed it too—that we knew each other from somewhere.
He shrugged, like he didn’t care. Like he got his nose broken a couple of times every week. My words choked my throat because now I was sure it was him.
He was just older.
Bigger.
More muscular.
And definitely more sexy.
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The girl looked concerned as she came towards us. I knew Tristian was with me, but I forgot about him. The only thing I could focus on was this girl with the blue eyes and the long golden hair.
I asked her if she was doing okay and she said she was fine, but she looked shaken up. I still couldn’t get it out of my head—that I’d seen her somewhere.
The closer she got, the more convinced I was that I knew her. Those eyes looked like eyes I’d seen before. Maybe if she smiled, I would recognize her.
But she stopped in her tracks abruptly. We stared at each other. Maybe she recognized me too.
“Your nose…” she said.
I hadn’t noticed. When I lifted my fingers up to my nose I noticed I was bleeding. I wiped my nose with my arm and got most of the blood off my face.
“What’s your name?” I asked, stepping up towards her. I didn’t know where Tristian was anymore. Nobody else existed in the world.
Her face was almost angelic—like there was light shining off her.
“Rosalie,” she murmured. The way she stared at me was different. She had to have felt what I felt too. Like deja-vu.
The name didn’t ring a bell. I’d never met a Rosalie before. At least not that I remembered. But this time around, I wasn’t going to forget her name.
“I’m Brendan,” I said, holding out my hand to her. She didn’t shake it, almost like she was too afraid to touch me.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look okay. Maybe you shouldn’t go back in there. You need to have extra security to work in a place like that,” I said. My eyes never left her body. I saw the way her perfect tits rose and fell. The blouse she wore clung to her body. She had the most delicious curves and wide hips. Her jeans were just as tight. She was in all-black, probably the uniform at the bar, but it suited her. Her makeup was dark and smokey to match too.
“I don’t really have a choice,” she answered. Her nostrils flared. She stuck her chin high up in the air and then whipped around. Before I could say anything more, Rosalie ran back towards the bar, making a smooth exit.
I looked over my shoulder at Tristian. My brother was still there and he gave me a shrug. He was just as confused by all this as me.
The only difference was I wanted to find out what was going on with her, while he didn’t give a shit.
I went back into the bar even though I knew I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t like the guys in there would be excited to see me. I was bad news. I had just started a brawl in their establishment and knocked a guy out cold.
When I ran in, I couldn’t see Rosalie in there anywhere. She was a waitress, so shouldn’t she have been working the floor? But the place was crowded, packed full of drunk idiots and she could have been anywhere.
I combed through the people crowding the place, looking at as many people’s faces as I could in order to locate her. The problem was that the lighting was shit, the music was too loud and the people were getting rowdy. I had to push past them to make sure I was doing a thorough-enough search.
Not that I knew exactly why I gave a shit. She literally ran away from me in the middle of a conversation, while I was trying to determine how I knew her. And now that she had run away, it made me suspicious that she had something to hide.
And I hated not knowing the full story. If she was trying to hide something from me, I needed to get to the bottom of it.
But that wasn’t the only reason why I was determined to find her.
I saw something I liked.
She had the kind of body that made a woman, a woman. The kind of body I could sink into. My cock throbbed to life the moment I set my eyes on her, and I had kinda gotten into the bad habit of always getting what I wanted.
