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Knox spots me instantly, a smile creeping onto his face. He says something to the hostess, who turns to look at us.
“I’m going to kill him,” Wes mutters, his voice seething with anger.
Andy’s eyes meet mine, and they widen in shock. She mouths ‘Fuck’ to herself. As they approach our table, the waitress steps back, her eyes wide as she takes in Knox.
“What are you guys doing here?” Kyle asks, his eyes darting between Wes and me.
“I told them to meet us here. I didn’t think we’d have enough space in the car,” Hannah covers quickly.
I shoot her a grateful look, but Andy and Hannah return it with apologetic expressions. They hadn’t known we’d be here, or else they wouldn’t have come.
With a huff, I glance back at Wes, whose jaw is clenched in obvious irritation at Knox. Knox, on the other hand, slides into the seat next to me, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.
I roll my eyes at his childish antics and turn to face Wes, who is still staring at me. I offer him an apologetic look, which he returns with a smile.
As the rest of our group joins us, the waitress takes their drink orders. I lean back in my seat, sinking slightly lower.
Returning with a tray of drinks and a basket of bread with butter, the waitress sets the table. I reach for a piece of bread, leaning into Knox to whisper, “You’re an asshole.”
His smirk widens at my words. “I told you I’d see you soon, baby doll,” he says, punctuating his statement with a wink.
He knew? I think, my mind reeling. He planned this? He planned on crashing my date before I even left the house? I shoot him a glare and sit back in my seat, my mind already plotting his murder.
When his hand slides onto my thigh, I quickly remove it. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your hand off,” I whisper, turning my attention back to Wes, who is locked in a stare-off with Knox.
Despite my threat, Knox places his hand back on my knee, his thumb gently rubbing my skin. If I weren’t so annoyed with him, I might have enjoyed the contact. But right now, all I can think about is how he’s ruined my date with Wes.
My phone buzzes in my lap, a message from our girls’ group chat with Andy and Hannah.
“That’s not nice, baby doll. You should be thanking me,” Knox whispers in my ear, his words causing Andy, Hannah, and Wes to look up. Wes looks like he’s about to leap across the table and pummel
Knox.
“You fucking knew and ruined this date for me! You are a son of a bitch!” I hiss at him, my anger barely contained.
“Where’s Ben?” I ask the group, trying to distract myself from the infuriating man next to me. I remove his hand from my knee once again.
“He had a conference call, so he stayed at the house. He said he’ll meet us later,” Kyle says, his mouth full of bread. His lack of table manners never ceases to amaze me.
Andy leans over to close his mouth, playfully tapping his nose with her finger. “Chew with your mouth closed, babe. Nobody wants to see that.”
Kyle rolls his eyes and dramatically closes his mouth, chewing slowly as he looks at her. She smiles at him, and he softens, pulling her closer to his side.
“Damn right, I get to call this beautiful girl mine,” he says, looking at Brett with a proud smile. The question of whether they’re officially a couple hangs in the air, but no one dares to ask.
As we place our food orders, I can’t help but feel sorry for the waitress. She seems nervous, especially with Knox sitting right in front of her.
I mouth an apology to Wes, who responds with a reassuring, “Don’t be, sweetheart,” before his gaze returns to Knox. The change in his demeanor is startling. These two really have it out for each other.
The tension between them is palpable, but the rest of the group seems oblivious. Wes is clearly not enjoying himself, while Knox seems to relish in riling him up.
Throughout the night, they exchange subtle jabs, causing Kyle to cast skeptical glances their way. He’s starting to pick up on the tension.
I send desperate glances to annan and zyndy, but they re just as cruciess as i am about now to detuse the situation.
I twirl my pasta carbonara around my fork, taking a bite and sighing at how the night has turned out. I can’t help but wonder how I’m going to survive a few days in New York with Knox without committing murder.
I finish my dinner and realize I’m still hungry. I order a chocolate cake with two scoops of ice cream, ignoring Kyle’s judgmental look.
“I’m still hungry, okay?” I mumble, handing the menu back to the waitress. Wes sends me a smile, shaking his head. It’s the first time he’s smiled since the others joined us.
I refuse to share my dessert, even with Wes, who is practically drooling over my chocolate cake.
“Should’ve ordered your own,” I say, pointing my spoon at him.
He gives me a pleading look. “Whatever happened to sharing is caring?”
“Who said I cared about you?” I tease, and he pretends to be hurt, placing his hand over his heart in mock pain. Knox snorts beside me.
“We both know you love me, sweetheart,” Wes says, his smile returning as he takes a sip of water.
I roll my eyes at him. “What gave it away, Wes?” I retort, causing laughter to ripple around the table.
His grin widens, and the tension eases slightly as we all fall into a rhythm of light-hearted banter.
As I look around the restaurant, I notice all the girls staring at Knox.
The girls were all on high alert, readying themselves in case he turned around and caught their gaze. Even those who appeared to be on dates or with their boyfriends. I finished my dessert, savoring the last bite. It was exactly what I needed.
We rose from our seats, paid the bill, and made our way out, not before everyone’s eyes were drawn to Knox, who was trailing behind me. I felt his hand gently squeeze my waist.
I knew I’d have to talk to him about this. It wasn’t okay that he’d come in and disrupted my date with Wes. My anger had simmered down, but I was still irked.
With Wes’s assistance, I climbed back into his car. We told everyone we’d meet them back at the house.
We were driving far behind Kyle, and I had a hunch he was doing it intentionally to extend the ride back as much as possible. My suspicion was confirmed when he took a turn that led us in a different direction.
I shot him a curious look, only to see him grinning at the road ahead.
“A detour?” I asked.
“Yep, I’m getting some alone time with you, sweetheart. Minus Carter,” he smirked, his eyes meeting mine. He steered the car down a road that turned into a small, inclined dirt path.
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