Page 1 of Big Dick Energy

PROLOGUE

DAVINA

I smoothed down the front of my emerald cocktail dress for the fifth time in as many minutes, scanning the crowded rooftop bar for any sign of Brooke. The Downtown Tampa skyline twinkled behind the glass barriers, a perfect backdrop for my best friend's engagement party.

Spotting her across the room, standing next to her fiancé, Mataio Strickland, I smiled. I was so incredibly happy for her. There was no doubt in this world that those two were meant to be together.

I strolled across the roof, weaving through the crowds of people who came to celebrate with them.

“Davina!” Brooke squealed when she spotted me.

I rushed over, navigating around a waiter balancing a tray of champagne flutes, and threw my arms around her. “The future Mrs. Strickland! You look stunning.” She was radiant in a short white A-line cocktail dress.

“I'm so glad you're here early,” she said, linking her arm through mine. “There's someone I want you to meet.”

Mataio gave me a warm hug. “Thanks for the custom ties for the groomsmen. They're perfect.”

“Anything for my favorite power couple.” I winked at Brooke. “Though I'm still waiting for The Mountain to wear my new women's line on ESPN.”

Matt laughed, his booming voice drawing attention from nearby guests. “I'd break the internet, and speaking of breaking things,” Matt said, his eyes darting toward the bar. “My best man just arrived. Have you met Dallas yet?”

We had met before, but only for a brief moment backstage at one of Matt's wrestling matches, and that had all gone down terribly. It was the day Brooke found out from Dallas that their initial meeting started with a bet. He thought it would be funny to send the pro wrestler to hit on Brooke because she didn’t fit into his idea of what he thought perfect looked like.

“Dallas 'The Dominator' Dodger?” I didn't bother hiding my lack of enthusiasm.

“The very same,” Brooke confirmed, a knowing expression crossing her face. “He's, uh... he's quite a character.”

Matt waved toward the bar. “Dallas! Over here!”

Matt saw the situation a little differently than I did. He saw Dallas as the reason he met the love of his life. I saw him as an oversized, egotistical dick.

I grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter. I was going to need it. Dallas Dodger was walking toward us, and unfortunately, the man was impossible to ignore. At six-foot-four, he towered over most of the guests, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd.

His hair was long and darker than I remembered, like he’d stopped dying it. It was pulled back in a sleek man bun, and a short beard framed that annoyingly photogenic jaw. He’d skipped the suit jacket, opting instead for dark grey slacks and a white dress shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned and toned forearms.

That signature half-smile playing on his lips made me want to trip him into the decorative fountain.

“Mountain Man!” Dallas called out, clapping Matt on the shoulder. “Some party. Almost makes matrimonial imprisonment look appealing.” He laughed at his own joke.

Brooke rolled her eyes. “Dallas, this is my best friend and business partner I was telling you about…”

“Diana, right?” Dallas interrupted, barely glancing my way.

“Davina,” I corrected, extending my hand and already regretting it.

He shook it briefly. “Right, right. The clothes girl.”

I withdrew my hand, eyes widening. Clothes Girl. What the actual fuck? I owned a multimillion-dollar clothing line geared towards plus-size women, and that labeled me ‘clothes girl.’

“Yes, I own Curvy Closet Apparel. We dressed half the guests here tonight.”

“Including me,” Brooke added pointedly.

Dallas gave me a once-over. “Cool, cool. So, Davidson, you're what? An Instagram influencer or something?”

My sneer was downright lethal. “It's Davina, and no, I'm the CEO of a successful business and co-host of Big Girl Panties, currently the number three podcast in the country.”

“Dallas was just telling me about his new endorsement deal,” Matt interjected, clearly trying to smooth things over.