It Wasn’t A Dream

‘Picture this,’ Damian continued. ‘Kira walks down a hallway. She catches the eye of a rich, entitled dude who’s drunk out of his mind. He takes a fancy to her and carries her off to his penthouse. Or, if he can’t wait, he pulls her into the nearest empty room and could be doing—’ ‘You watch too much TV,’ Austyn cut his friend off mid-sentence. Damian shrugged. ‘Then just forget I said anything.’ He poured himself a Scotch, sipped at it, and counted in his head. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. When he reached twenty-five, Austyn shot to his feet, heading straight for the door. ‘Where are you going?’ Damian shouted after his friend with a smirk. ‘To the men’s room!’ Austyn shot back. Damian shook his head, chuckling in amusement. His childhood had not changed one bit. *** ‘Let me go!’ Kira was finding it hard to breathe. Gideon’s arms tightened around her waist. She felt as if she was being slowly strangled by a boa constrictor. She shoved against him to no avail, then she s