He saw her as soon as she stepped inside his "turf". "She had taken the bait." He thought. Well he did sent that invitation, but he didn't expected her to come.
She was alone. Looked vulnerable. And heaven help him still looked the same as she did when he first met her. Looked STUNNING. Age didn't cope up with her yet. She caught his eyes raking her and held his for a moment before starting to move towards him.
"Dylan. Thanks for the invitation," she said shyly when she was a foot from him. His friends which was circled around him stopped to looked at her.
"I'm sorry but do we know each other?"
His girlfriends laughed at his remark.
Her jaw dropped and tighten. She looked confused for a moment. Then regained her composure easily. Her regal features now in place. "I'm sorry, I think I have attended a wrong party." She turned to leave without a backward glance.
He glowered. He hadn't thought she'd give up that easily. It was not her nature.
She was at the exit door when he caught up with her.
"KC," he called.
She smirked. "It's Karissa Cassiopeia for you." She answered back while tossing a box. Jesus. And here he was thinking she had changed. She used to be his bestfriend. He used to know her.
He held her gaze. A key was inside the box. Happy birthday Dylan.
He smirked back. Give her a salute of goodbye then muttered. "Okay. You want to play again. Let's play. This time MY RULES."
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One MONTH Nightstand
Chick-LitDylan Taylor Mitchell was crushed when he learned that KC Davidson had just taken him for granted just because she was bored and pitied him. Now eight years after Dylan was back with a vengeance and it's about time to collect that sweet "punishment"...
