Here it was, Friday night, and instead of burying himself in some hot blonde like he would any normal weekend, he was wearing a hole in his floor, a hot fucking mess since dropping Lauren off at her place five days ago. He wanted more. Should have asked for more.But she gave him no indication that she wanted anything other than a weekend of hot sex, and she seemed to cool on him at the airport. She had hardly talked to him on the way home, like she couldn’t wait to get way.His heart thumped. Fuck, he should have known she’d be the one, the only woman who could ease the restlessness inside him. She was unlike any other woman he’d been with, and after having her he couldn’t let her go.So what the fuck was he going to do about it? Pacing his floor like a raving lunatic wasn’t going to win her back. He shot a glance at the clock. Fuck this. He grabbed his keys and cell phone off the table and stormed outside.Thirty minutes later he found himself outside Onyx, one of Miami’s trendiest clubs.
