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back his hand, when I grabbed it with all my might, earning me another surprised look.
    “ Hey. Nice to meet you, too.” His soft hand was strong; he would have the power to slay all the demons and dragons.
    “ You’re the one behind every song, aren’t you? Jane Armstrong.” His smile was gentle, his voice gruff, which for some reason made me feel calm, just like the sound of waves crashing over rocks.
    “ Yes.” I was surprised I was able to answer his questions.
    “ You have some great songs here.” His comment caused me to blush. I rarely heard a compliment, and I had no idea how to react properly. I raised my eyes to his exquisite amber ones looking at me with admiration, and I was lost in them. Just as I was about to say something, I heard the door behind me open, and his eyes moved in the direction of the sound. The air left my lungs when I saw his expression change from admiration to deep heat and longing, as though he was a starved man seeing his next meal. The look was quickly replaced with one of indifference, but it was too late. He hadn’t hid it from me. With crystal clarity, I understood that the one man I dreamed about, whom I finally found, my one and only, would never be mine.
    Because his heart belonged to my best friend. Once again, someone was more important than I was. Even for my dream man. And I would have to live with the pain and knowledge for the rest of my life.



 
    Las Vegas, Nevada
    March, 2013
     
    Jane, 21 years old
    “ Come on, Jane. Live a little!” Ariel shouted in my ear and gave me yet another shot of tequila, and I just rolled my eyes.
    The girl was crazy, but she probably didn't give a shit. That made me smile, especially when I thought about all the things she did in life. I shook my head and moved the shot to the side. I didn’t feeling like drinking, and maybe I just wasn’t in the mood.
    We were in a crowded Las Vegas nightclub, where the music was so loud you had to shout to be heard, and the booze was flowing. This club was one of the most exclusive places in the city. We paid a lot of money to get into the VIP lounge, and even I had to admit the design was fabulous.
    The lounge’s golds and reds were mesmerizing as they glittered vividly from the colorful club light. A big chandelier with crystals sparkled, emphasizing its beauty. On the huge dance floor with fog and lights, people danced and brushed against each other, drunk and out of control. The DJ above, wearing headphones, his eyes closed, moved his arms to the beat of the song. He appeared to be unaware he was in the crowded room. The bar was filled with eager, slightly tipsy people who wore designer clothes. Comfortable couches were scattered around the space.
    The friendly staff consisted of long-legged sexy waitresses in short black uniforms, black stockings, and high heels. The bartenders were seriously hot guys with cocky smiles and flirty winks. They wore leather pants and tight shirts, which gave the women customers a good look at their amazing chests, and probably contributed to very good tips from the horny ladies.
    The club had some of the best dancers in the world. A few cages hovering above the floor were filled with graceful, hot women who alluringly danced to the songs and did wonders with the ropes. I found it hard not to be jealous of their flexibility.
    The club, Resisting Me, opened a few months back, and quickly became a hit. No one knew much about the owners, but a rumor hinted at twin brothers who liked to get their kinks behind closed doors.
    We’d been dying to go for ages, so I had no clue why I felt out of sorts.
    Sam, Bella, and Megan danced wildly. Their arms waved above their heads while they shook their asses to the music. Several guys moved in closer, but my friends didn't pay any attention to them.
    They were too into girls’ night to mess with the guys, and besides, they promised Nick to behave. Nick was Bella’s brother, or rather the brother of the whole band, and