Page 148 of Chaos Kills

It’s worth a shot. I might have to throw a good face on to make a sale, but I’ve done it before.

However, I wish I had set my mind up better before I came in here. It wasn’t supposed to be anything else but a bunch of guys in here playing cards like Nessa suggested. And I guess I can’t really blame myself twenty seconds later because how was I supposed to know?

In the middle of the room is a pool table with purple felt and balls set for a game to start. But that’s not what fucks me up.

It’s Reeve sitting in the middle of a long plush couch with his arms extended over the back. His legs spread wide open, with a blonde on her knees in front of him, bobbing her head and hinting at the actions she’s doing.

Meanwhile, Reeve is making out with a guy to his left and playing with another chick’s tits with his right hand.

I just walked into a mini orgy starring surfer boy himself.

And I’m about to get fucked over without the orgasm.

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The room feelslike it tilted as Victor’s wet tongue shoves itself between my lips, keeping my cock rock hard for the bitch between my legs, slobbing on my knob like it’s her job.

It is.

For tonight.

She sought me right out when I arrived at this stupid-ass party. Brighton always has the best drugs on hand, and I’m not in the mood to do anything but fuck, drink, smoke, and snort my days away.

Bay fucking Astor.

I want the memories of that chick to leave my head for all of fucking eternity. I never want to look at her again or hear her name.

For all I care, she could disappear off the face of the Earth because I didn’t mean shit to her. Which in turn, means she doesn’t mean shit to me.

After a while, I’ll be fine to where I won’t have to rely on recreational drugs to rid myself of the gaping hole in my heart or the dreams that seep into my thoughts when I’m just trying to forget the world for the day.

She’s always there.

She’s always haunting me.

She won’t get the fuck out of my head.

And I hate her for it, so I replace her with someone else, something else.

“You wanna do a centipede for this one, Reeve?” the dude currently in my mouth asks me. “I’ll be in the middle.”

He means with my dick in his ass while he fucks one of the girls.

Except he’s irritating me because he won’t stop fucking talking. I could ignore the fact he’s not the best kisser, but he keeps reminding me he tastes like Cheetos and desperation. Not someone who wants to kiss me just because they want to but because they need or crave something from me.

Something I need from him.

I don’t fuck with dudes on the Forsaken Crew—well, I didn’t up until tonight. I didn’t need the drama, my boys didn't need it either, however, desperate times and all that shit.

Plus, he wasthere.

Breaking from his lips for some air and because he’s currently fucking with my high, I look down at the chick sucking me off, but the space around me feels different.

More crowded with more eyes.

Glancing up, my next breath involuntarily seizes inside my chest as Bay stands by the door, staring at me with wide eyes and a fucking tight-ass dress that outlines every single one of those luscious curves.

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