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Finally Us (Next Generation #5)
Author: J.M. Walker

I enjoyed throwing parties. Planning them. Organizing the food. Decorating. Inviting people. Whether it be at my place or someone else’s, I loved it all. I even enjoyed cleaning up after. My sister said that I was a party planner in a previous life and should have made a career out of it. Maybe she was right. But it wasn’t my calling. Not in this life anyway.

I danced.

I lived and breathed ballet. At first it was all I could think about. Sliding my feet into those slippers. Standing up on the tips of my toes when it should be humanly impossible and painful as hell. I loved the calluses, the broken skin, and the agony.

When my muscles hurt after a good and long routine, I knew that I had done what my heart set out to do.

But now, so many years later, I loved more than just ballet.

“You are going to be the next best thing that came out of Julliard.” My dad beamed. “I’m so proud of you.”

That would have probably been the case too if I hadn’t blown my knee out. Maybe not the next best thing but definitely good enough to go on tour, have a career, and just do what I loved to do. For a living. Most people couldn’t say they enjoyed their jobs. But I did. Or I would have if I’d never fallen and hurt myself. That had been over six months ago. My knee was still tender at times. Especially when the weather was cold, or it rained. But for the most part, it was fine. I was just feeling down on myself and having a pity party for one.


My body tingled as Vincent Junior’s deep voice came from behind me but I continued walking toward my car.

“Hey, Queenie. What’s wrong?”

I hated the sympathy in his voice but what I hated even more was that I craved it just the same. Vince was an addiction I couldn’t kick. I wanted him. God, did I ever want him. He was eighteen now and looked like a damn god. He was five years younger than I was and going off to school. But it didn’t make this need for him dwindle any less.

An idea came to me. Maybe we could have some fun before he left. It was his birthday and all.

“Gigi, talk to me.”

My skin tingled the closer he got to me. My body vibrated, anticipation bubbling inside of me over what he would do or say next.

We had been going back and forth for the last year. We were friends, talked constantly, and texted often, but it had never amounted to anything more than that. Our families were close and although he was only eighteen, he had grown up over the summer. We had always just been friends but now my feelings for him had changed. But I didn’t want to dwell on my little crush on him and just have fun tonight instead. Even if it was just for a little bit.

I had thrown him a birthday party like I had done for the rest of our friends and wanted it to be a memorable night for him. The parties were usually held at my place but because it was Vince, I decided to hold it at a restaurant instead.


I looked up then at the rough use of my name.

Vince came toward me, his hands shoved into his pockets. His dark hair was cut short, that strong jaw of his, clenching the longer I didn’t say anything to him. His cheekbones were sharp and his lips full. He was half Italian and half Japanese which made him almost exotic looking. He got his mother’s almond shaped eyes and his dad’s natural tan. While he was beautiful and looked like he walked right off a magazine, it was his dark eyes that held my interest. They pierced into mine, inviting me into the deepest parts of his soul. They held secrets in their murky depths and if I played my cards right, maybe I could find out exactly what those secrets were and how deep they went.

When I reached my car, I went to open the back door when a heavy hand slapped against the top of it.

My body vibrated at feeling Vince this close to me. We had only ever been friends. Just friends. As much as I wanted more, it had felt almost too taboo to take it further with him. He was also one of my best friends’ younger brother. Even though I wasn’t that much older than him, I couldn’t let him use me when he was leaving in only a matter of days to go off to school. He would meet a bunch of girls, go to party after party, and probably meet someone else.

“Hey.” His hot breath fanned over my head. “What’s going on, Gigi?” he demanded, his voice rough. “You were crying. I don’t like seeing you cry unless I’m the one who causes those tears.”

My eyes widened. “You want to make me cry?”

He chuckled, brushing his finger down the length of my arm. “Not because I hurt you but because I make you feel so fucking good, you can’t help but sob for me.”

My mouth fell open.

I turned around, leaned against the side of the car, and stared up at him. “You think you can make me feel good?”

“No.” Vince grinned, leaning his other hand on the door, caging me in. “I know I can make you feel good.”

Was he that experienced? Had he been with other women already? Maybe he read and did research. God, now I was jealous over something that shouldn’t be happening between us in the first place, but I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to him. I was damn near vibrating out of my skin just to have him touch me and feel his lips on mine.

As much as I didn’t want to be used, the darker part of me, the part that would win out, wanted to use him up, spit him out and give him something to remember me by.

Vince reached out, brushing his fingers beneath the gold chain around my neck. It had been a present from him so many years ago. He had saved up enough money after getting his first job and bought me the necklace for my birthday with his own money. It meant everything that he did that for me, and I hadn’t taken the necklace off since.

“Why now?” I asked, trying not to focus on the fact he had my necklace in his hand. Or the fact my heart started racing even more now that he was standing so close to me. Or the fact he smelled so damn good. Like spice mixed with a hint of honey. It was sweet, yet toxic, and it messed with my head.

“Why not now?” He took a step closer. “It is my birthday after all.”

“I know. I planned your party remember.”

He leaned down toward me, his mouth mere inches from mine. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me; he brushed his lips over my ear. “I know and I still haven’t received my present from you.”

“What present?” I swallowed hard. “The party is your present.”

He chuckled, gripping my hip in a rough hold.

I bit back a gasp. His touch burned me through the fabric of my dress. If I was reacting this way to him before anything happened, I couldn’t imagine how it would be once we finally took it to the next level.

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