Trevor

I laid back on the sofa and closed my eyes. The idea of seeing a therapist had never crossed my mind, but I was ready to admit that I was losing my mind, and it had all started with the bitchiest witch I’d ever met.

“I know people look at me and see this guy who loves to party and fuck any witch who’ll spread her legs. I’m not denying that I’ve had a lot of pussy. I mean, so much, I’d need an accountant to work the numbers to tell you how much pussy I’ve had. The thing is, I don’t sleep around because I want to be the world’s biggest man-whore. I honestly believed each of those witches might have ended up being the one.”

Opening my eyes, I saw the arched eyebrow rise in doubt. “Every one of them?” she asked.

I opened my mouth to respond, and then closed it, deciding to be completely honest. “Not the ones in the last few months. Those have just been to prove I could get past Melina Blackwood. From the moment I saw her, she’s been my one and only obsession. Before you say anything, I know I’ve had other obsessions—way more obsessions than any warlock should have—but this is different. Most of the witches I’ve been with have been pretending to be something they’re not to impress me. Melina’s never tried that bullshit. She is far from the sweet-tempered witches I’m used to, and I want her. I need her. I fucking crave her in a way that has me waking up every night, aching with arousal. My family works in love, so how is it that I can’t make the one witch I want in my life give me the time of day?”

“Listen, Trevor,” Allie began, looking up from her laptop. “I love you. You know you are one of my best friends, but I have work to do. I also did not want to hear that you need an accountant to figure out how many women you’ve had. That is way too much sharing. I’m not your shrink, and I can’t play matchmaker for you with Mel. She has good reasons for avoiding relationships with warlocks.”

“So did you,” I argued. Allie was dead set against getting involved with a warlock until my buddy Dylan convinced her they belonged together. That had been no easy task, and I hadn’t been at all sure Allie could get past her trust issues enough to give Dylan a chance. Long story short, things had worked out wonderfully for them. They were getting married in a week, which was great. I was happy for them. I was also jealous because I wanted that with a witch who’d gone so far as to change her number to avoid me. “Is it the same situation with Mel? Is she afraid I’ll cheat on her because I’m a warlock?”

Allie grabbed her phone, pretending to look at something on the screen. She was stalling. I’d first met Allie in high school, and we’d reconnected several months ago. Surprisingly, I’d never been attracted to Allie. Don’t get me wrong; I could admit that she was hot with her long brown hair, whisky-colored eyes, and full lips. Even in the prim black business suit she had on today, there was no disguising her impressive body. Still, I’d never seen her as more than a friend.

“Allie?” I pushed.

“It’s not exactly a trust issue,” she finally admitted.

“Then what is it?” I asked. “I know she wants me.”

Allie rolled her eyes and muttered something about me being an arrogant ass.

“I’m not being arrogant,” I argued. “We both know I’m attractive. A lot of witches want me.”

“Trevor,” Allie began patiently, “despite what you may think, bragging about how many women want you is not a way to endear any witch to you, especially Mel.”

“Whatever,” I said, waving off her words. “You know as well as I do that Mel wants me.”

“That doesn’t mean she’s going to allow anything to come of her wanting you,” Allie pointed out. “As I’ve already said, Mel has her reasons for avoiding a relationship with you.”

“And you know what those reasons are, don’t you?” I could tell by the way she looked down at her keyboard before answering that she knew, but she wasn’t going to tell me. “Don’t bother lying to me about it. We both know you suck at lying.”

“It’s her story to tell,” Allie pointed out. “Trevor, I have an interview in ten minutes, so I need to get ready.”

Allie had worked at a sex club, setting up scenes for customers, until her boss had tried to kill her. While she’d hated the job, for the most part, she’d enjoyed working with couples. As a succubus, she was great at helping people with their fantasies, which is why she’d decided to start her own business helping couples plan fantasy getaways, complete with shopping for all the necessary accessories. Her company was simply named Bliss. I’d thought it was too generic to attract clientele, but she had a waiting list of clients, even though she hadn’t officially opened the doors yet. I felt a little bad about barging in on her to talk about my obsession with her cousin when I knew she was busy, but not guilty enough to give up.

“Allie,” I pleaded, giving her the sad puppy eyes. “I need her.”

Looking at me with a serious expression, Allie obviously wasn’t convinced Melina was the witch for me.

“She’ll be at the wedding,” Allie pointed out before looking at her computer again. That wasn’t exactly news since Allie had somehow convinced Melina to be in the wedding. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to talk to her. With the reception at Dylan’s parents’ home, there will be lots of places you can talk.”

I grinned. While she hadn’t said the words, Allie was clearly telling me to go after Melina.