Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

And even if I didn't find any, at least I'd find quality whiskey to drown my sorrows.
    The hotel's bar was relatively empty. I debated whether to go in search of a pub in town but the decision was taken away from me as the insistent buzz of my cell phone made me hastily choose to seat on a stool. I pressed the green button without bothering to check the caller ID.
    "Hey, bro', what's up?"
    My heart constricted a little when I recognized my future brother-in-law's voice. I had to admit, half of me wished it was Oliver. The bastard didn't even bother calling to apologize for what he did to me. I was such an idiot for still thinking of him...
    "Hi, Jake. You're bored?"
    "What do you think? All she did was talk about flowers the whole day. Man, I was about to lose my mind."
    I couldn't help but laugh. Poor Jake! And he would have to spend his whole life with her. It's this kind of moments that made me happy I was gay.
    A movement to my right made me lift my eyes just in time to watch the sexiest ass I had ever seen taking a seat on the next stool. I couldn't really hear what Jake was saying because my attention had inevitably shifted to the young man sitting beside me. His body was slim and toned – beautiful long legs and sexy biceps made my mouth water imagining what lay beneath those thin layers of fabric. And then I raised my gaze from his arms and met with a pair of huge green eyes that looked straight at me. Damn! Surely I must have let out a strangled moan because the guy gave me a knowing grin. Ah, and what a pair of lips!
    "Cole? Cooole. You still there?"
    "Oh, yeah, sorry Jake. You were saying?"
    The green-eyed beauty gave me an appreciative glance, his eyes stopping on my half naked chest. He seemed to really enjoy the view.
    Jake's voice distracted me again. "I said Will's taking me out for a beer to save me from your sister," he said in a slightly annoyed voice. "Wanna come with us? We're going to the club where I'll have my bachelor's party. You know, to test the atmosphere."
    "I beg your pardon! What do you want to test, mister?" My sister shrieked in the background. I couldn't help chuckling. Jake wasn't gonna get any tonight.
    "Calm down, sweetie. We're just testing the beer, that's all." Jake said in a strangled voice, while the man seated next to me ordered a martini in a totally different tone – warm and sensual, the kind of voice that made one's mind stray towards inappropriate images. Or maybe that's just me.
    "Cole?"
    "Oh, yes. Sorry again, Jake. I'll pass. I'm still tired after the plane ride, you know." And I have better plans than spending the time with two straight bachelors. But, of course, I kept that to myself.
    "You sound like an old man. Fine! I'll see you tomorrow then." Jake sighed, cutting off.
    I put the phone back in my impossibly tight jeans, relieved that nothing was distracting me from my target any longer. I felt guilty for a passing moment, but then the image of Oliver, breathing like a fucking pig as he was plunging inside his unnamed conquest in my bed reminded me why I shouldn't feel guilty at all. On the contrary, I should feel damn lucky and proud of myself. There was a freaking gorgeous and interested man sitting next to me and I'd be damned if I wouldn't take advantage of it.
    As if reading my mind, Mr. Gorgeous took a sip from his glass licking his lips while giving me an intense look.
    "Hi there. Alone in Maui?"
    He blushed slightly and nodded. "What about you?"
    I ordered a glass of whiskey as the bartender approached. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. "Same here."
    "That's a pity. Hawaii's not the kind of place to visit on your own."
    "I could say the same to you," I retorted, raising my eyebrows, and leaned closer to him. He smelled of freshly ground coffee, my favourite smell in the whole world. This must have been destiny, I was sure of it.
    He chuckled in a low guttural tone. "What makes you think I don't already have my sights on someone?"
    His eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks became dusted with a shade of pink. How cute! It's unbelievable how someone could look shy and daring at the same time, but he managed to give off that exact impression.
    "Well, what makes you think I don't either?" I told him winking.
    We both burst out laughing. His blush seemed to intensify more and I couldn't stop looking at his face. It was simply bewitching.
    "What's your name?"
    He startled and gave me another intense gaze.
    "Does it matter?"
    I seriously pondered for a