A Taste of Spring

Chapter 21

Fallon probably pointed out various attractive women but Dez didn't look because he didn't care. None of those women were like his. "Hell," he groaned again when he realized he claimed Anna again. She wasn't his. She obviously didn't want to be because if she did, she would have left a damn number.

"Look, man," Fallon said, patting him on the shoulder, "you have to shake this shit. A hot chick came into your life for a brief moment. That's that." He shrugged. "You need to get over it. You're acting like a WON."

Dez sat up. The stare he gave his best friend was one of pure disgust. He was actually offended. He was no Wounded-One-Nighter.

(Or am I?)

Dez lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the remaining liquid, about half the glass of whiskey, in one gulp.

(Dammit, I am.)

"You boys want some company?"

Dez looked up to see the Karaoke Princesses standing around their table. Each of them, five total, was beautiful in her way. Yet, he wasn't interested. But when the saucy redhead beauty with long hair, large breasts, and round ass touched his shoulder then sat on his lap, Dez forced a smile.

The first step of removing his WON tag was to forget and move on. He glanced over at Fallon as he offered the other women seats.

over something you never had. More than a month had passed since his unexpected night with Anna

his ear, "You like playing

She wasn't his brown skin beauty with hazel eyes but she was sexy. "I absolutely

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silence, jarring Dez into a slight panic. The haze of sleep

matter what it sounded like, Dez thought because it

the tiny voice was laced with

him. It took him a moment to remember where and how, but he couldn't for the life of

a slight grin before grabbing her cell and touching her finger to the screen. With the alarm silent, she threw back the comforter

They were in his bed at his place.

IT." She motioned to

pelvis were covered in the most amazing lingerie he'd ever seen. Her red hair looked like she'd just stepped out of a salon and her face...hell, her

his knees, resting his elbows on them as he watched Tabitha

enjoyed...talking with you. Besides, how many people get to meet, talk to, and sleep with

He threw off the comforter and picked up his shirt from last night and pulled it over his

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