| Only For Her

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Anna's cheeks flushed a beautiful pink at my words and I loved it. I loved how innocent her shyness was. There was no sign of an overconfident woman hiding behind the façade of being shy simply because men found it attractive. Her being shy was pure, beautiful… real.

"Come on." I guided her with my arm around her waist, the cotton fabric of her dress pressed against my palm.

James smirked as we passed him, leaning in closer to me. "One word, brother. Pussy-whipped."

"Two words, James. Those are two words."

"Oh, no. When it comes to you and her, it's one big-ass fucking word."

All I could do was shake my head with a grin tugging at the ends of my mouth. Even though his black ass had the natural talent to annoy and piss me off, deep down I was so fucking grateful that the bullet didn't end up sending him to the grave. For some reason, his amusing arrogance and misplaced humor were growing on me.