Page 113 of Lilah
He takes the shot and Joshua falls to the ground, the girl still in his arms who's now crying her eyes out.
My eyes find the guy who loved to fucking argue with me earlier.
"Clean this up," I nod at the body on the floor and his face falls as my lip rises in a small smirk.
Clearing the shit-shack of paraphernalia, guns, and whatever else, we leave the swamp.
"We're in Miami, let's party," Maxon groans, climbing up into the dark SUV.
"I'm up for it," Theo nods, along with the rest of the fucking people in the car. They don't have a shit ton of paperwork.
It's not like I have a desire to fucking 'party' in the first place.
Five and a half hours later, the finished paperwork sits on the table and the fucking idiots stare back at me.
"Now we go," Theo smiles and I scowl at him. I look up at the clock and see it's already three thirty in the morning.
The sooner I fucking sleep, then the sooner I can go home; to Lilah.
My mind wanders off to her. Sleeping in my bed.Fuck.
Maybe a couple of beers will make me think of something else.
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Six beers in, I'm a little buzzed. That doesn't change the fact that I still want tofuckingleave.
"Look," Linc slaps my shoulder, "you're having a good time, aren't you?"
The guy that Azalea said sheloved his fucking hair.
"Don't fuckin' touch me," I glare at the fuck. I sink down on a couch in the VIP section.
"I think you need a good lay," Linc says and I hold back from punching him in thefucking face.I finish my seventh beer, grabbing another.
I feel someone sit beside me and my jaw ticks. I look to my left to see a blonde haired girl staring right back at me.
"What are you doing all by yourself?" she asks seductively.
Her hand slips to my arm and she runs her fingers over my tattoos.
Idon'tlike to be fucking touched.
"I think I should join you," she whispers, her lip rolling into her mouth.
Months ago I would've found her 'attractive' and we probably would have hooked up.
Now all I see is someone who isnotAzalea. And that'snotwhat I want.
This girl's hair is too dark of a blonde to be Azalea's hair color. Her eyes are bright blue instead of that fucking wild green. The girl beside me is too tall and too leggy to be who I want. This girl's smile can't make my heart beat faster than it's supposed to. And she sure as hell can't turn me on by using that voice or showing me what's down her shirt.
I stand up and walk away from her.
Not what I want.
I fall onto my bed at the hotel and with my clothes on and everything, I sleep.
I wake up with a slight headache and a pissy attitude. We all pack up our shit and board the plane, hangovers and all.
