Prologue:
I’ve spent my life wanting and hating my best friend’s brother, Reyes. The man just got under my skin in more ways than one.
It was like an itch just under the surface, making me feel like a swarm of bees buzzing under my skin. No matter how hard I scratched, the feeling only got worse.
The closer I wanted to get to Reyes, the more he pissed me off. Didn’t he see me? All of those long-legged bimbos were in my way.
I watched as another one of those long-legged bimbos walked down the driveway. She dangled her shoes on her two fingers. Like lifeless little teddy bears.
Her sleepover was cut short, and I’m sure she was disappointed. They always were. Never has anyone stayed past the initial fuck.
The sight of it ripped into my heart, and I hated how it hurt. I hated her, but most of all, I hated him. I hated Reyes for not seeing me, and for not wanting me the way I so desperately wanted him.
Why did I have to feel this way? My heart was ripping to shreds and getting worse each day.
“Alanna, your nails are wet,” Bianca shouted as I ran my fingers through my long blond hair.
I grimaced as the paint smudged and clumped, then cursed at my stupidity. My feelings for Reyes were making me careless.
“Shit!” I shouted.
Bianca laughed as she tried unsuccessfully to blow on her wet nails.
“What were you looking at so forlornly?” she asks.
How do I reply? Oh, I was looking at the bitch your brother fucked? How about, I turned eighteen a couple weeks ago, and he still hasn’t looked my way? Better yet, I am in love with your brother.
“You need a date,” Bianca continued when I stayed silent.
I didn’t want any other boys and that right there was part of the problem. They were just boys where Reyes was all man. Every tattooed sexy inch of him.
Reyes was twenty-five and the president of the local Grimm Brothers MC. He was also my best friend’s brother. He was sex on a stick, my own personal catnip, and my drug of choice.
“Like Reyes would ever let you date,” I tell her with a smile.
And he wouldn’t. Not now and probably not ever. There was one man in particular that she wanted. I knew, just like me, that she would never have him.
“One day I’m going to marry Ryan,” she tells me with a smile.
“Yeah, if Reyes ever lets him near you,” I tell her.
“Stop trying to change the subject. What were you looking at? You looked like someone killed your puppy,” she says with a laugh.
“First off, I don’t have a puppy, and you know it,” I tell her completely avoiding my problem.
“So, what’s the problem, Alanna,” she asked me and got all serious.
Shit! She wasn’t going to let this go. I could see it written all over her face.
“Your brother’s a dick,” I tell her honestly.
“Again, tell me something I don’t know. What did he do this time?” she asked as she extended her hand and looked at her nails.
“Another woman just sneaked out and left,” I tell her as I turned my back to the window. I then caught Reyes walking to his bike. The glow from the porch light shined on his black leather cut.
“I don’t know what the fuck they see in him. He’s only going to fuck them once and discard them. And they know it! My brother isn’t very subtle,” she says with a smirk.
I knew exactly what they saw in Reyes. His short dark hair looked like the dark, night sky. It was his black, deep green eyes, and his tan, muscular skin that was silky smooth and hard in all the right places.
Suddenly I was exhausted. Turning from the site in front of me, I looked at my best friend, Bianca. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her long dark hair a few shades lighter than her brothers. It was pulled into a messy bun, and her green-blue eyes sparkled in the light from the lamp.
I couldn’t help but compare myself to her. We were almost exact opposites. My long blond hair reached my waist, and my blue eyes were plain in comparison.
I looked down at my tight cami tank top and my short silky boy short pajama bottoms. They were a matching set. I was slim and toned, but at the same time average, I blended well into the background.
I suddenly needed distance more then I needed anything else. I walked out of the room and ignored Bianca’s call to me. I waved my hand and headed down the long hallway. I made my way to the kitchen, and a cup of water screamed my name like it held all the answers in the world.