Page 9 of Vicious Tycoon

I shook my head. “Not right now.”

He grinned. “Have you ever?”

It was my turn to ignore his question. “Don’t you want to meet Molly, Aires?”

“Am I dreaming?” He glanced around the open space. “Is this really happening right now? America’s Sweetheart is asking me if I want to do drugs with her?”

“Well, when you say it like that?—”

He stepped toward Alexis and cunningly opened his mouth, rendering me speechless.

“You asshole!” I called him out as he swallowed the tablet with Alexis’s champagne. “You’re making me feel bad, and you’re down?—”

“Bay…” He walked toward me and then caged me in with his arms on the sides of my head, leaning on the wall behind me. With his lips now inches from my mouth, he murmured, “You know I could never say no to you.”

My lips parted.

“It’s your turn to go down the rabbit hole, pretty girl.”

My gaze shifted to Alexis, who stood there like a kid in a candy store, enjoying the exchange between Aires and me.

Smiling wide, she mouthed, “Do it.”

Let’s just say I learned at an early age to always go with my gut, but at that moment with him, I threw caution to the wind…

And opened my mouth.

chapterthree

Aires

At almost eleven,the house music DJ stepped onto the makeshift stage by the pool. Over a hundred people were there, but the backyard and house were huge, so it didn’t seem crowded.

The second the beat dropped, the Molly hit my bloodstream.

I looked over at Bailey and saw that it had hit her too. In the back of my mind, I knew this was probably not the best way of getting reacquainted with her after all these years, but I was never one to back down from a good time.

Furthermore, getting into trouble without the world knowing used to be one of our favorite things to do together. You see, Bailey hid behind the fame while I simply embraced it. She could talk me into just about anything, and for the life of me, I never understood why.

All she had to do was look at me, and I’d do anything for her. Even then, after all these years, I couldn’t say no to her. She looked amazing in my black hoodie and her red-soled fuck-me heels. She was always drop-dead gorgeous, and I was the lucky son of a bitch to have claimed all her firsts.

When our eyes locked, I had the urge to inhale a deep, steady breath as my whole body tingled, feeling like my nerve endings were on fire. Suddenly, Bailey stepped closer to me, close enough to see her eyes were dilated as all hell.

Bright.

Glossy.

Fucking beautiful.

Over the course of eight years on set, I stared into her eyes hundreds of times, but this one was different.

This one was every emotion rolled into one.

Happiness.

Excitement.

Nostalgia.

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