Page 18 of Game of Love
I watched her turn and walk in the opposite direction toward the parking lot.
A few seconds later when a yellow Porsche pulled out with her inside a really bad idea formed in my mind.
Areallybad idea.
“Wes, how about I see you later,” I said to him.
“What?”
“Go. I’ll catch up with you later.”
He frowned and got out of the car.
I gunned the engine and followed the beauty in the yellow Porsche.
No harm in doing some data gathering, even if the object of my attention looked like an erotic version of Tinkerbell.
When she parked up outside a club called the Glass Bowl that air of this being a bad idea came back to me.
I was kind of hoping she’d go home or somewhere like that. Not a club.
I parked a distance from her, watching. The minute she stepped out and handed the car over to the valet eyes were on her. Of course she would have eyes on her. Even if people didn’t know who she was, that body of hers commanded attention. Mine was no less different to all the other men looking at her.
I got out of my car, deciding I’d continue to follow her.
I’d come this far, no point turning back.
Work was work as long as I remembered she was off limits.
Chapter 5
Jia
Great.
I frowned and released a slow sigh as I read the text Anya sent me.
The club lights bounced off my phone but I could see clear enough from her text that she wasn’t coming.
She was standing me up again for the second time in the last five days. Both times were when I needed her the most. Although this time I really did feel like I’d hit the bottom of the fucking barrel and I’d either go crazy or allow crazy to get me.
Pa was driving me insane.
I was sure now he was hell bent on destroying my life. I really needed someone to speak to and my damn best friend had chosen to be with her stupid boyfriend.
That fucking Mike deserved to have his dick chopped off. He was always cheating on her and I didn’t understand why she couldn’t value herself enough to end it with him. It was a constant cycle. He’d cheat and she’d find out. They would argue. I’d get my hopes up that she’d dumped his ass, and just when I thought she would, she’d take him back.
That was Anya in a nutshell and I was sure this was another round like that. Yet, when Armand cheated she was the first to tell me not to give him another chance when he asked for it.
One rule for me and another for her.
Although, she was definitely right to warn me away from Armand.
She’d never liked him and I was just blind. When he was trying to get with me, he wasn’t as vile as he’d been last night. He was nice, but that was men all over. Nice until they got what they wanted, then they’d show their true colors.
I scanned over the text again:
He wants to talk. Sorry I can’t make tonight.
