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“What about the room, Miss Nirah?” he asked, walking me forward and my body felt numb as I leaned back against him.

“Spinning,” I mumbled, looking ahead to see Koren carrying Silvia out the door.

We stopped walking and he placed my arm around his neck before scooping me up bridal style and I hiccuped, covering my mouth with both hands.

“Thank you.” I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder and the icy late night air pulled goosebumps from my skin as we stepped outside.

I didn’t have the energy to peel my eyes open as I heard the car doors open and close.

The world went quiet, and the next thing I knew, Kiryl was helping me out of the car and onto my feet. Oh. We’re back at the house.

With a firm arm around my waist, Kiryl helped me up the stairs. I stumbled a few times but just before we reached the front door I turned to look back at the car.

“Silvia?” I slurred up at him, seeing him through blurred vision.

“We’ll get her back to her room.” He assured me and I nodded, turning to the door but stopped. “You.” I pointed a straight finger into his chest and his brows furrowed.

“What about me, Miss Nirah?”

I swallowed, trying to wet my dry throat. “You will get her back,” I murmured and he nodded. “No offense to Eddy,” I added in a whisper and noticed him fighting back a smile. “My friend is drunk, Kiryl, and I trust you to get her into her room safely.”

“I appreciate that, Miss.” He gently pulled my arm from him and opened the front door. “I’ll make sure she gets back safely.”

I squeezed his cheek and smiled. “Thank you.”

Then, I entered the dark, quiet house with wobbly legs.

Kiryl closed the door behind me and I yawned, taking a few steps forward before stopping.

Looking at the stairs alone made my head spin so I turned to the living room as I peeled one of my heels off. I stumbled forward, tossing it ahead and used the wall for support before taking off my other heel.

I turned to the couch and immediately halted, a sly grin teasing my lips. “I guess we had the same idea tonight,” I murmured, throwing my purse on the couch to my left.

There he sat. Eyes red, legs spread with a half empty glass of an auburn liquid. My eyes darted to the empty bottle of Bourbon beside him, and a lazy grin tugged on my lips.

He threw his head back, downing the last of his drink before lowering it to the glass table with a clink.

“The thought of me being surrounded by other men torturing your wretched soul, is it?” I taunted.

Green, hooded eyes landed on me again— pupils blown.

Silence grew between us as I approached him with a steady pace, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

Stopping in front of him, I lowered myself to my knees. “You missed me, didn’t you?” I dragged my hands up his thighs, goosebumps rising at the nape of my neck.

His eyelids hung low, his sclera a burning red and I didn’t miss the rise and fall of his chest behind his white dress shirt that wasn’t buttoned all the way up.

I lifted myself to my feet, steadily dragging my hands up to his chest, resting them on his shoulders. “Say it,” I whispered, flicking his lips with my tongue. His eyes fell to my lips, and his rough hand gripped my throat. “Say you missed me, Antonio.” I batted my eyelashes up at him.

Subtly, my bottom lip curled between my teeth and when I looked down, a sultry grin played on my lips. Mhm. Someone missed me alright.

My eyes caught his hopeless gaze and I barely leaned in, whispering, “Kiss me.”

CHAPTER 21

Nirah

His soft lips pressed to mine, and a thick layer of heat rested on my cheeks.