Page 63 of Mr. Hotness


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Fuck.

The second day Alana had stayed over, he had spread her out on the island and had her for lunch.

He could still hear her scream as she orgasmed.

Shaking his head, he made his way to the fridge.

“So, I’m entertaining some exquisite ladies, and these two chicks come banging on the door. A short one with huge glasses, and a taller one shaped like a Greek goddess,” Jaxon began.

London inhaled sharply.

Short with huge glasses.

That would be Alana.

His Alana.

What was she doing there?

“Okay?” London paused, waiting to see what else his brother had to say.

“I don’t know what was wrong with the shorter one—”

“What do you mean?” London snapped.

“She looked like death warmed over,” Jaxon replied. “Anyway, they both seemed to be confused when they saw me.”

“What do you mean, she looked like death warmed over?” London stalked out of the kitchen, forgetting what he had gone in there for to begin with. If something was wrong with Alana, he had to go to her.

“As in, the woman was sick,” Jaxon advised, exasperated.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you back.”

Hanging up on his brother, he found a clean T-shirt in the laundry room and threw on his tennis shoes. He was out the door in five minutes flat and speeding down the driveway.

A sense a déjà vu filled London as he marched down the hall toward Alana’s apartment. This time, the door opened, and her friend Sofie stepped out into the hallway and shut the door. They’d met a few times, but he hadn’t really spent time with her.

Sofie cleared her throat. “London.”

“Where’s Alana?” he demanded.

“She’s inside. She’s not feeling well.”

“I need to see her.”

Brushing past her, he banged on the door.

“I just got her into bed. Can’t you wait—”

“No.”

He didn’t care that Alana was pissed at him. He would apologize, and they would talk about it. Right now, he had to see her with his own eyes to make sure she was okay.

“Alana!”

He knew he was causing a ruckus, but he could care less.

The door opened, and Alana stood there in her nightshirt that stopped mid-thigh, and her bonnet. Not having her glasses on, she squinted up at him.

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