The doors of the elevator open and we all step out into the dark room. Draven turns on the lights, revealing a huge apartment.

"Whoa, it's huge," I whisper.

Draven chuckles and removes his jacket.

"Is the whole top floor yours?" I ask him, taking off my shoes and place them by the door and Reese does the same.

"Yep."

It isn't as big as Reese's house but I wasn't expecting his apartment to be the entire floor.
Its nice, not a single thing looks out of place.

"Would you two like a drink?" Draven asks us.

"No, I'm good. I think I'm going to head to bed. I'm pretty tired," Reese yawns.

Draven looks to me. One drink wouldn't hurt!

"Yes, please."

He gives me a warm smile and let me tell you- its a beautiful smile.

"Have a look around." He gesturing around the room. "I'll be right back."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Reese chuckles and stands next to me. I thought he was going to bed?

He yawns again and I laugh. "Go to bed," I nudge him with my shoulder.

"Will you be okay?"

I roll my eyes, "Yes, go to sleep," He worries about me to much.

He smiles and hugs me goodnight. I watch as he disappears down the hall. I take a step further into the living room and look around. A black couch sits in the center of the room.

I take a seat and wait for Draven. A picture on the table next to the couch catches my eye. I pick it up to examine it. It's a picture of Reese, Draven and their parents. I have met Mr. and Mrs. Knight several times, they are wonderful people. I smile and run my finger over the picture.

"You know them?" Draven's voice fills my ears unexpectedly, causing me to jump.

I place my hand over my heart, "Sheesh, you scared the hell out of me."

Draven chuckles softly and hands me a glass of wine. "I'm sorry!" I take a much needed gulp of my wine, before answering his question. "Yes, I know them," I place the picture back on the table.

"Um....would it be okay if I took a shower?" I ask Draven shyly. After being at the club, I feel dirty.

"Sure," He gestures for me to follow him. He leads me to the end of the hallway and opens a door. He turns on the light and enters the bathroom. Even his bathroom is huge. It's twice the size of mine.

Draven pulls two towels from the cupboard and places them on the sink. "The shower is basic so I think you can manage. If you need anything just ask," he tells me before exiting the bathroom.

I walk to the shower and turn it on and wait for it to heat up.

I try to unbutton my jumpsuit, but can't. "Shit!" I open the door and walk down the hall in search of the room, Reese is in.

"Something wrong?" Draven's voice calls out from behind me as he walks out of what I assume to be his room.

My heart pounds hard in my chest. "Will you stop doing that," I whisper yell. Draven looks at me waiting for a response.

I clear my throat, "I was looking for Reese's room. I need his help with something."

I hope he will point me in the right direction.
Draven walks towards me and stops right in front of me. I give him a questioning look.

"What do you need? Maybe I can help you?"

I ponder around with this question. I don't see the problem with him helping me.

A blush making its way from my neck to my face, "I can't unbutton my jumpsuit!"

Draven laughs, "You were really about to wake Reese, so he could help you with your clothing?"

I can feel my face getting hotter with every second that passes. I find myself getting annoyed with his question

"Yes! He wakes me up for stupid shit all the time. Forget it, I'll do it myself."

I push past him and head for the bathroom.

"I can help you, you know," he tells me just as I'm just about to close the door. I sigh and look at him and gesture for him to follow.

Seconds later Draven enters the bathroom. I turn and face the mirror and move my hair to one side, exposing the back of my outfit.

She moves her hair exposing the back of her outfit. No wonder she couldn't get it off. There has to be at least fifty buttons.

"How the hell did you get this on?"

She giggles. God, her giggle is sexy.

"Reese helped."

Of course he did, I should have known.

I begin to unbutton the buttons, "Why would you wear something like this?"

She laughs this time, I don't know, it was cute."

I swear woman wear the craziest things. I don't know how many times I have struggled to get a woman's clothes off, because of some fancy shit. I'm glad I never encountered something like this. I would have given up by now and sent the woman home.

This is ridiculous.

My finger grazes her skin and goosebumps appear immediately. I glance at her through the mirror to find her already staring at me. I hold her gaze and continue to unbutton her outfit. If she continues to stare at me like that I don't think I can control myself.

As if she can read my thoughts she tears her eyes from mine.

I reach the last button and step back. She turns to me and smiles. "Thank you!"

I nod my head and exit the bathroom pulling the door shut behind me. I stand there for a moment gathering my thoughts.

"For a second there I thought things were about to get heated." Reese stands in the doorway of his room with a smile plastered on his face.

I stare blankly at him, surprised to see him. I thought he was sleeping?

"What are you doing up?"

"The two of you woke me with your little...discussion," he smirks.

I have noticed since I have met Wren, Reese has been acting quite weird.

"What game are you playing, Reese?"

A smug look makes its way on to his face. I give him a pointed look in return. He is really beginning to irritate me.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He makes his way down the hall.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Reese. The girl Reese, what's with the girl?" I whisper, and follow him into the living room.

He spins around so that he is nose to nose with me. "First of all, her name is Wren, not girl okay? I suggest you start calling her by it," he grits through his teeth.

I put my hands up in surrender and take a step back. Why is he so protective of her?

Reese takes a few deep breathes and finally relaxes. He walks to the bar and pour himself a glass of whiskey and downs it quickly. He pours another and turns to face me.

I think I know what's going on here. I sit on the couch and watch him closely.

"Reese, what all does she know?"

He sighs and approaches the couch taking a seat next to me, "She knows everything."

"By everything, you mean everything right?"
I rub my hands over my face and groan. "How well do you know her, Reese?"

"Well enough to know I can trust her," he snaps.

I nod my head slightly taking it all in. I'm so confused right now. Wren, doesn't seem like the type of girl who would be involved in any of this.

"Don't get it twisted brother. She may know everything, but I keep her away from it," he assures me. "It's not that I'm worried about. Her ex, Max? Is Maxen Daxter."

"What!"

Max is a ruthless fighter who loves afflicting pain on others. The man is a fucking whack job. The fact that Wren has suffered at the hand of that man makes my blood boil. I couldn't imagine the shit he has done to her.
The thought of him touching her in any way has my emotions all over the place. For some reason, Wren is affecting me in ways I didn't think was possible. God, what is happening to me?

I stand and walk to the bar and fix myself a drink. Lord knows I definitely need one. I sit back down next to Reese and take a gulp of my drink as I try to process all the information Reese has told me. "

Does he still fuck with her?" I find myself asking.

"Every fucking chance he gets."

"And why haven't you done anything about it yet?"

"Because I asked him not to," Wrens voice comes out of nowhere, causing Reese and I both to jump.

Wren approaches us wearing nothing but a towel. I can't tell if she's mad or not, but I do know that she looks hot as fuck right now.

Reese stands and looks at me, "You wouldn't happen to have something for her to wear for the night would you?"

I look between Reese and Wren for a second before nodding my head. I walk to my room in search of something comfortable for her to wear to bed. I find one of my workout shirts and exit my room. Wren is standing by the bathroom waiting patiently. I hand her the shirt and she walks into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

Moments later she emerges from the bathroom. I scan her body from head to toe. I don't know what she looks better in, a towel or my shirt.

"Close your mouth," Reese whispers. He then grabs her hand and leads her towards his room.

"Goodnight and thanks for the shirt," Wren says over her shoulder before entering the room.

Reese tells me goodnight and shuts the door.
I stand in the hall for a few seconds before heading to my own room. I get undressed and climb into my bed.

I lay flat on my back and place my hands behind my head and close my eyes. No matter what I do, images of Wren pop into my head. I can already tell what kind of night this is going to be.