Because of Low (Page 50)

"He just got here. It’s early yet. Give him time," Preston chimed in as he plopped back down with a girl apparently attached to him. She wiggled on his lap and he licked her ear. Usual Preston behavior. The tourists were piling in and there was fresh meat everywhere. Preston would screw his way through the best looking ones for the next three months.

"I’m not drinking tonight. I dropped out of all my classes this semester before I failed them. So I figure it’s time I sober up and play makeup with a few summer courses." Rock patted me on the back, "There’s the old Marcus we know and love. Knew you were in there somewhere. Glad you’re back."

I didn’t look over at him. Because I wasn’t back. I was just as dead inside sober as I was drunk. The old Marcus had been completely destroyed. Never to return.

"Smile brother, there are hot barely clothed girls crawling all over this place. And all they want are one night stands. It’s freaking heaven on earth," Preston said grinning like a little boy in a candy store.

"Screwing faceless girls is getting old. I need a break from them too," I said and turned down the beer a waitress offered me. I had a bottled water. It was going to take a lot of water to cleanse me of all the alcohol I’d forced on myself.

"Break from pu**y? Whatever man," Dewayne replied with disbelief in his tone.

"I thought you were going on that road trip with uh," Rock paused and glanced at me.

"You can say his name. I’m not an idiot and I don’t care.

How many times do I have to tell you that it doesn’t matter to me."

"Okay, um, so that road trip you were talking about with Cage. You decided to pass it up?"

Preston shrugged, "I don’t know. Cage seems to be backing out of it. He’s kind of changed lately." He trailed off and I could feel the tension at the table. They were so worried that one mention of Will ow would send me into a blind rage. I was past that. Sure I’d gone a little mental at the mention of her name or anything that reminded me of her for a while but I was over it. Completely numb where she was concerned.

I leaned back in my chair and watched as the sea of people danced. No one caught my attention. No one stood out to me. I was numb to more than just Will ow. I was numb to life.

She’d completely messed me up. But I survived. I was better now. I wasn’t a brainless sap anymore and no female would ever have that much control over me again.

"Uh, Marcus man you sure you’re all good with Will ow and stuff now?" Dewayne asked.

I glared at him. Why’d he have to keep saying her name and bringing it up?


He nodded, "Good ’cause she just walked in lookin’ like a damn goddess."

I hadn’t seen her since the night I’d left her standing in my father’s new home. I’d avoided her at all costs and she’d done the same. Not once had she stepped foot into this place. I tried not to look for her. I told myself I didn’t give a shit. But I was weak and I turned my head toward the door.

She’d lost weight.

Her hair was longer.

She had on a new dress that clung to every curve.

She was breathtaking.

And she was wrapped up in Cage York’s arms.

I’d heard he didn’t go out much anymore. I knew it was because of Will ow. I’d told myself he was just being her friend. That he was still sleeping around just not as much.

But the possessive gleam in his eyes as he kept her pulled up against his side told me something else. I wanted to look away. And damn I wanted not to care. She was a liar.

Cut from the same cloth as her whore sister. That’s what I’d tried to convince myself over the past weeks. It never sounded believable. Even though I’d caught her there.

There were so many things about her that screamed she was nothing like her sister. Watching her as she looked nervously up at Cage as he spoke to her. He was her safety net. Just like he’d predicted. I’d left her and she’d had Cage to run back to. But she hadn’t stood by and lied to Cage either. She hadn’t watched as her sister tore his family apart. NO. She’d done all that to me. She’d claimed to love me then let her sister almost destroy my mother. My sister.

Me. Cage bent down and whispered in her ear and a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Then her head turned and her eyes locked with mine. The smile vanished and she froze. Her hand flew up to grab Cage’s arm as if she needed his protection and rage ignited in me. She wasn’t going to destroy me again. It was my turn. I stood up and grabbed the tipsy brunette in Preston’s lap.

"Come on baby, dance with me," I didn’t wait to see Low’s reaction. My dance partner scrambled out of Preston’s lap and clung to me, obviously happy with this turn of events.

Closing off my feelings and shutting down my emotions, I pulled her against me and moved against her. I cupped her barely covered ass, and she purred and pressed closer to me. I’d show Will ow. She wanted to show up here with Cage? Well baby, you can look your eyes full. The girl’s arms ran up my chest and clasped around my neck. I smiled down at her, focusing on her face and trying my damnedest to get Will ow’s image out of my head.

"Alright man, you accomplished what you set out to do. She turned and fled. Congrats. Now give me back my date," Preston said, pulling the brunette off me. I didn’t even try to hold onto her. I looked back at the door. Will ow was gone.


Cage walked into the living room holding a large bowl of popcorn and two sodas. I’d stopped drinking Jarritos. They reminded me of Marcus too much. I pulled back the blanket to let Cage under it with me. Once we had it covering us up he put the bowl in his lap and handed me a soda.

"I’m agreeing to this chick flick shit because tonight sucked.

But the next movie is going to have some blood and action.