Back For Her: An Irish Mafia Romance

Anniversary Party

**Note: Sorry if it bothers you guys but this chapter shifts between points of view a few times. Hope you all enjoy it though! Thanks!**

Jackson's POV:

"Bourbon, neat." The waitress turns on a dime, immediately straightening up at the sight of Kylie. Her face goes from flirty to what looks scared as shit in a matter of seconds. That's pretty much how every girl that knows Kylie reacts to her, but I guess she is her boss. However, I have to admit she has always made me a little nervous too. And sometimes a lot nervous. I don't know. It's just something about the way she carries herself. So, fucking confident and absolutely fucking beautiful. The waitress steps to the side, letting Kylie step up to the table. Without even thinking, my body takes over, and I stand, moving out of the booth.

"Kylie... Hey." Even though I want to speak, I can barely find the words when I get a good look at the dress she's wearing. Lord Jesus. She's wearing red... She knows what it does to me. The dark red dress swoops down into a big v-shaped in the front showing off as much cleavage as possible without anything falling out. And as if the dress wasn't already showing enough skin, it's split at the thigh down her right side showing off those long legs that I remember so fondly wrapping around me while I buried myself- Fuck! Get it together. This is not like high school. You're a grown man, not some horny teenager.

"I'm glad you guys came. It is still bourbon, right?" She smirks, tilting her head to the side. Does she remember that? I barely drank in high school, but Alex started stealing different liquors from his dad's special liquor cabinet, and I acquired a taste for the expensive bourbon. And now I can actually afford to buy my own drinks.

"Yeah!" I try to play it cool, but I'm still trying to recover from the damn dress, and it has my words coming out a little too excited. What the hell is she thinking wearing this in public? Any other women this wouldn't faze me, but she just fucks with my head. She turns to the waitress, leaning over and whispering something in her ear. I try to read her lips, but it's like she turns intentionally, so I can't see. The waitress's eyes widen a little before she nods her head quickly before rushing off onto the floor.

"Is everything good?" Alex speaks up from the other side of the booth. Clearly, I'm not the only one who noticed that.

"Yeah, everything's great! I'm so glad you guys came!" Kylie turns back towards us, looking between the both of us. I wish I could read her mind right now. Why can't I read her like I used to? I need to know what she's thinking to handle her. That's the only way I ever kept my shit together around her. She was so easy for me to read. Now I'm fucking screwed.

"Of course! Would you like to sit?" I move out of the way so she can slide in the booth beside me. I just won't touch her, and I should be fine. She smiles up at me. She might have changed a lot since I last saw her, but I still tower over her.

"Yeah." She looks over to Alex giving him the same calm and collected smile before sliding past me, just barely brushing her ass against my crotch as she glides by. Fuck me. She had to have done that on purpose. I can't play these games like I did in high school. I just can't. I always chose her, and she could never just choose between Alex and me. She plops into the booth, leaving just enough room for me to slide in beside her. I slide in, trying to leave enough space so we aren't touching. I definitely can't handle her touching me any longer than a few seconds. Or probably at all. I could already feel my dick perk up at just the sight of her. I need to get this shit under control if I want this night to go my way. I need the facts to figure out how I feel about all this.

"So how long do you guys plan on staying in New York?" She asks while adjusting her hair so her cleavage is on full display. I can't help but want to laugh when Alex's eyes go straight to her chest. He doesn't have to be so damn obvious, but he has always played right into her little games. He's too easy. Alex tries to shake it off after realizing he's been staring too long. I wonder if he realizes she's probably playing with us. Is she playing with us? Or was that bump a little accident? Would she really do that to both of us again? I guess it could be her revenge for us leaving her... Maybe I'm fucking paranoid after all these years.