Page 15 of Muse (Fighting Fate)

“Jace. He keeps looking over here.”

My heart jumped a little on hearing that. I knew it shouldn’t, but it did. “Really?”

She bit her lip with thought. “I wonder why.”

I did too, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t really want to talk about Jace anymore. Or any of the guys for that matter. Let’s talk about something else.”

“I was thinking about making profiteroles for my dessert dish in hospitality,” she said quickly. It came out sounding like a question, and I knew she was secretly asking if the topic was okay.

I smiled. “What flavor filling?”

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The rest of the week went roughly along the same lines. Everywhere I went some girl was talking about the band and her ambition to sleep with one of the guys. On Thursday, it all multiplied out of control when a reporter from a music magazine came to run a story on them. The guys all took it in their strides of course, but all the girls that hadn’t yet realized just how well on the way the guys were seemed to come out of the woodwork.

By Friday afternoon, I was ready to gouge my eyes out with a spork and claw at my ears until they bled after seeing and hearing all the slutty come-ons aimed at the guys all day. As much as I disliked Lila, I had to wonder how she put up with it.

I didn’t even have the pleasure of escaping it all when I got home that afternoon either, because apparently our mom being away for the weekend meant party time at our house.

Yay for me. I guessed I’d be spending the night in my room.

Chapter 8

Jace

I was sure if one more body squeezed into Aiden’s house, it would fucking explode.

I’d never seen that many people at one party before in my life. Even though we only had music going through the stereo and were keeping it relatively quiet – well, quiet compared to how loud we got when we played live, I was sure some sort of noise restriction was being broken purely from the number of voices that were yelling at one time.

There also had to be some kind of record being set for the vast number of girls that were blatantly asking us to fuck them. Lila had already bitch slapped some girl for stepping in. Surprising as it was to me, I was finding all the attention irritating. My mind kept drifting to Mia, knowing she was just down the hall. In bed.

I found if I just stayed in the armchair in the corner of the living room and spread myself out a bit, it made it just that little bit too difficult for chicks to cling to me. Dean and Lila occupied one of the lounges next to me, and Ryan and Amy were in another. The rest were hanger-on-ers.

I didn’t even have to move. Whenever I wanted another beer, some girl would run off and grab me one. At least they were useful for something.

It was just after midnight when I couldn’t put off going to the bathroom any longer, and even that was a fucking drama because some chick wanted to ‘assist’ me while I was in there. I took the opportunity to use the bathroom down the other end of the house, using the key Aiden had given me to get through the locked door that separated it from the party.

I did my business and washed up, taking a few minutes to collect myself before I had to face it all again. It wasn’t until I was heading back down the hall and saw Mia’s bedroom door that I was reminded again that she was there.

Before I could use the fucking brain located in my big head, I suddenly found myself knocking on the door. What the fuck?

The door opened a crack and Mia’s face appeared. “Jace? What are you doing?”

“Can I come in?” I didn’t know why I was asking. What the fuck was I going to do once I was inside? All I knew was that I’d rather be here with her than out there with them.

She didn’t question my presence again. She just opened the door wider and stepped back. I moved into her room and closed the door behind me, locking it for good measure. She watched me, wide eyed, before deciding to move back to her bed.

It wasn’t until she was climbing onto the mattress that I realized what she had on. She was wearing a skimpy little pair of boy leg shorts that exposed half of her perfect little ass cheeks, and a tight little tank top that showed off her midriff as well as the soft swell of her breasts. My dick instantly hardened.

Needless to say, I followed her.

“You’re missing your party,” she said quietly.

“Party’s fucked,” I grumbled.

Her lips curled up into a slight grin. “Are you drunk, Mr. Wallace?”

I smirked at her question. She shifted on the bed, making herself more comfortable. My eyes drifted down to her cleavage. Fuck she was hot.

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