Page 61 of The Deceptions
Whatever. I’ll keep my eyes on him so he doesn’t end up getting naked or streaking or… What do college kids do these days? I sigh, drinking the rest of my margarita, begging for the alcohol to do its thing. If I could reach Simon’s level of awesomeness, I’d be in a better plane of existence. Being in the guys’ domain has my skin crawling with anxiety, like ants dancing across my damn skin.
My need to run and hide has me cowering in the kitchen when I should be snooping or observing the crowds. From here, I can keep my eyes on Simon as he practically has sex with that chick on the dance floor, looking happier than ever.
Yup. He's good.
I cringe. He's not the only one getting frisky on the dance floor. They’re all doing it now. Standing on the blood of the two guys who almost murdered each other ten minutes ago. Now, it’s a damn orgy. Where’s Mack to stop that? Oh yeah, nowhere in sight. Probably having his own orgy or whatever somewhere else.
Ew. That’s the last thing I want to think about.
Murmured voices drag me out of my thoughts. This has been happening a lot lately—getting stuck in my thoughts and not paying attention to whatever is happening around me. I think it’s a symptom of being back here and doubting every step I take.
Three girls–the ones Simon pointed out earlier–sashay into the kitchen with their chins raised. Oh, someone alert the press, Amanda is in the building! I roll my eyes toward the ceiling and take a step back, hiding myself from view. The last thing I need is Amanda zeroing in on me, standing here and spying.
“Did you see Wilder sitting on the porch when we came in?” the redhead asks with a giggle, biting her lip. “I can’t believe they’re neighbors and haven’t bombed the house next door.”
Oh, so she wants Wilder the neighbor, too. How bold. She was just all over JJ and Mack, practically offering herself to them. And now, she wants to pounce on the poor neighbor Wilder? Ugh. College. It’s such a horny time for them. Wait… I stiffen.
Wait a damn minute.
Wilder? As in Jackson Wilder? Malic’s Wilder? His keeper? The very man who interrupted our bathroom fuck by knocking on the door? That man?
Fuck.
This day just keeps getting better and better. One perk is that the trio of Charlie’s Angels don’t pay one bit of attention to me as I hide in the corner of the kitchen nursing my margarita. I’minvisible as I can be. Just a lonely boy in the kitchen, drinking his girly drink. Well, at least I hope that’s what they think. I push my stupid glasses up my nose and make sure to face them. Whatever they say in this kitchen will definitely be used against them later when I rewatch this and take notes before sending it to headquarters.
“Oh my God, yes,” the brunette girl whispers excitedly. “He didn't have a shirt on! Did you see his muscles and tattoos?” Well, no, I did not. Is that what he’s packing under all his clothes? I wonder if he’s similar to Malic in that regard. I shift, rubbing my thighs together. Get yourself under control, Olivia. You’re spying, not fantasizing about the two of them. Together. With you.
Shit.
They’re criminals, I whine to myself. Bad boys. Bad for your health. Psychopaths! Don’t you dare envision yourself squished between them as they pound into both your willing holes because they would definitely be very willing in a Malic and Wilder sandwich. Whoa! Hold the damn phone. What am I doing? Thinking? Man, I really want to smack myself for these thoughts. Am I ovulating? Is that what's happening? Because that can be my body's only excuse for wetting my boxers, which is mighty uncomfortable. And this wild fantasy? Yeah, I’m blaming my ovaries and the release of my eggs—stupid ovulation horniness. I guess me and my vibes are going to get along swimmingly soon. If I can find a private time to use them, that is.
“He's forbidden, Sabrina.” Amanda scowls haughtily. “You know that. We can't mess around with them. They’re the enemy.” She waves a hand toward the house next to this one.
Sabrina instantly deflates and nods obediently. “I know.”
Amanda rolls her eyes and opens the fridge. “Ugh. Why don't they have Smirnoff or White Claw? Or anything good? All they have is cheap beer and cheese sticks,” she whines, stomping herfoot when they throw the door closed. “I'll have to have Hux stock more drinks catered to me, since we’ll be here more often.” She tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder and promptly displays the massive ring on her finger.
An engagement ring.
So,I guess it’s true. Amanda and Huxley are engaged. But did he pick her? Or was it an arranged type of deal? He moved on so quickly from me. But I guess that's to be expected, isn’t it? Why wouldn’t he, when he threw me away so easily?
Oh, well. Jokes on them. I’m alive and all. That won’t be a very successful wedding.
I smirk to myself, covering it with my drink. I love low-key sabotaging events that haven’t even happened yet.Surprise, bitch. Thought you saw the last of me.
“Oh, Amanda!” the redhead squeals. “It finally happened!” Oh, so this is a new development? Very interesting. I’ll add Amanda to my list of suspicious things happening around here. And if she just happens to fall down a well or something, well–it wasn’t me.
“Trinity,” Amanda giggles, holding out her left hand, displaying a rather large diamond. “He has to cater to me now. I'm his fiancée. It happened this morning!”
Yeah, from past experiences with Hux, the word fiancée doesn’t mean shit to him. Prepare to die a fiery death before he even walks down the aisle, Amanda.
“I'll buy you a better one later.” Hux’s eyes shimmer in the moonlight leaking in from the small window of our treehouse. I nearly choke when he pulls out a small golden band shaped like a ring and takes my left hand. “This is my promise to you. Forever and always, Trouble,” he whispers, kissing my knuckles and then the ring. “Say you’ll be my wife. Say you won’t let Gary take you.”
Ugh. Gary. The fifty-year-old fuck my father swears I’m going to marry when I graduate from college. I don’t know how I’m going to sneak away and never set eyes on that bastard. Maybe I can convince him to give me to Hux in the end.
But this gives me hope. So much damn hope for the first time in months as the world has slowly been falling apart around me.
“Hux,” I whisper, holding my hand up above my head and staring at the ring on my finger in awe. It shines in the moonlight, sending my heart into a frenzy, beating chaotically against my bruised ribs.
