CHAPTER FOUR DASH

CHAPTER FOUR

DASH

"I can't believe that you are going to be racing for Johnny Knight," Blake says excitedly.

I shrug, trying to not be as excited as he is. I still find it all too hard to believe. And I won't be jumping up and down until tomorrow when those papers are signed.

He pushes my shoulder, trying to knock me off balance. "You know you're going to kick ass," he says before he looks down at his phone and sighs.

"Calm down, man," I say. It's like the fifth time he's looked down at it in the last two minutes. The party has been going for two hours now. The house is full. People I have never even met are showing up. Guess that was bound to happen from people posting the shit on the internet. Some are already starting to walk sideways from the alcohol they've consumed. So far, I'm on my third beer. Not really wanting to get hammered just yet, ‘cause I would hate for my parents' house to get destroyed. Not because I care about their shit, but because I don't wanna clean up the mess.

"She said they were coming." He sighs. "But that was over five hours ago."

"Then they'll be here," I say lifting my beer to my lips. "What's up with you and this Jackie girl anyway?" I ask once I pull my beer away. "You two serious?" He's been talking about this girl for over a month, yet he hasn't brought her around anyone. I was actually starting to think that she was imaginary.

He shakes his head. "Not that serious."

I smile. It totally is, but I'll let him be in denial. "So, what's her friend look like?"

He shrugs, and then looks at me with a smirk. "You haven't even met her, have you?" I ask with a frown. He did say she was hot.

"No. But I'm sure she's hot. Hot girls hang out with hot friends," he says matter-of-fact. I laugh. "If she's not what you want, then you could always call Valerie. That's a guaranteed ride," he mumbles.

I shake my head. "Fuck that." Valerie is the last girl I want, but I'm sure she'll show up at some point here tonight. She's an ex. I took her out for a ride today because she needed some time away from her house. Then after I was let out of jail, she blew up my phone with how much she hates me and what a jerk I am and how I could have killed us. I would prefer not to hear that shit tonight.

I turn around to throw my beer in the trash when I hear Blake speak. "There you are, baby. I thought you weren't gonna show up."

I turn back around to see him pull a pretty petite blonde into his arms as she speaks. "Yeah. It took me a while to get Tabatha ready." She giggles, referring to her friend.

"Where is she?" Blake asks looking around the kitchen.

She turns to look at the entrance of the kitchen, and then I hear a female's voice snap, "Get out of my way."

I watch as the sexiest woman I've ever seen enters my parents' kitchen. The first thing I notice is her tight-as-fuck jeans. The kind that look painted on. They gather tightly around her ankles, highlighting her black heels, which make her look about six inches taller than she is. She's wearing a black shirt that at first glance looks see-through.

It makes my mouth water.

Her dark hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and her lips are the color of a cherry sucker. You can tell she has makeup on, but it's not overdone. Honestly, she looks like she just rolled out of bed and said fuck it! It's hot as hell and sexy as fuck!

She walks in like she fucking owns the place—head held high and shoulders back. Her hips sway as she walks in her ‘bend me over the counter and fuck me' heels. She holds up a red cup in her right hand and shakes it. Her beautiful red lips frown when all you hear is the sound of ice clinking together. Her light brown eyes look around, and she smiles when she sees the alcohol displayed on the counter as if she's at a buffet. She goes to fix herself a new drink when my friend, Brandon, walks in and notices her.

"Hey, sexy," he says walking up behind her.

She turns and gives him a look from hell that only turns me on more. "Go away," she sneers.

I chuckle as he turns and walks off rejected. Feisty. I like that in a woman!

"What's wrong with her?" Blake asks turning back to Jackie.

She sighs. "She just broke up with her boyfriend."

I smile. Bitches who are recently single are the best. They're looking for payback—and I'm willing to be that for her tonight. Big sacrifice on my part, I know. But what can I say? I'm a gentleman.

I stand back and watch her fight with the gin bottle for a few seconds before I make my way over to her. "Need some help?"

She looks over at me. Being this close to her, I get a better look at her eyes. They have a golden hue to them. Her beautiful eyes hold mine for a few seconds before she looks me up and down with a straight face. She huffs as she hands me the bottle as if just that act of defeat was intolerable.

"Here you go, sweetheart," I say handing it back to her once I open it.

She stands up to her full height, but even with her heels, she still has to look up at me. "Listen. I'm not here to be someone's sweetheart. If that is your plan for the night, then keep looking." And with that, she spins around and walks back out of the kitchen.

"Sorry," Jackie says, coming over to me as she holds hands with Blake. "I had already made her a few drinks. The ex keeps blowing up her phone. I think she plans on getting wasted."

I rub my hands together. No need for her to apologize. I think I can handle a woman who has an attitude. "No problem. But I'm telling you right now; she's not leaving this house wasted." I understand how bad breakups can go, but I won't allow her to leave this house. The possibility of her getting in a wreck is too big; I've put myself in danger daily, but that's my life. Others, I care about.

She gives me a big smile as she lifts a set of car keys. "I have her car keys."

Blake reaches up and snatches them out of her hand. "Now, I have them. I'm not letting you drive either, baby," he coos before he leans down and captures her lips with his.

I chuckle as I turn around and leave the kitchen in search of Tabatha.