Page 28 of The Devil In Disguise

“Now that, I don’t know about. But since we’re on the topic, how old are you, missy?”

“Actually, as of today, I’m twenty-one.”

I’m quickly growing used to Marco’s dramatic tendencies, so when he gasps, I roll my eyes with a small smile on my face. “And you are only just now mentioning this? Did you plan on spending your whole day with the dog?”

Glancing at Ace when he perks up, I run my hand down his back. “Pretty much. What else am I going to do? It’s not like I have my bike to go out.”

“We are going to Sinful Sanctuary tonight. It’s Luc’s club and they switch up the DJs corresponding to the night's theme. It’s mandatory we get you drunk tonight and you have a good time. You do drink, right?”

The idea doesn’t sound too bad and I did just go shopping. Might as well break in the new clothes.

“Of course, I do. What’s the club like? Do you know what tonight's theme is?”

“You’ll see. You won’t regret it, I promise. I’ll be your wingman all night. It’s Latin night tonight, I have a feeling that’s right up your alley.”

Turning fully with wide eyes and my mouth slightly agape, he sees the excitement before I feel it hit me. “No way. You should have led with that. When do we leave?”

“It’s just past three now, how long does it take you to get ready?”

“Shouldn’t take me too long, just a couple of hours.”

He mumbles something about women take too long, but I deliberately ignore it. “Start getting ready, we’ll leave around nine-thirty.”

Standing, he helps me up and walks with us back to where I’m staying and shows me where he’ll be waiting when it’s time to leave.

Excitement rushes through my whole body, making me run all over the house multitasking. I cook lunch while I figure out what outfits to try on then eat while setting everything out that I think I’ll need for tonight in between bites.

The sun went down a while ago and my reflection in the mirror is still me but a sexier, more confident version. On a good day, my curls just barely coil up. Tonight, they are on their very best behavior, pulled out of the way in order to not get too hot when I’m dancing.

With one last glance at the time, I strap up my heels, spray more vanilla perfume, and tuck my knife inside my purse. I’m ready to have the time of my life.

Chapter 13

I can’t help but do a double take and completely freeze when I see Amaris stride right past me in a tight, white two-piece that only covers her arms and important parts with those long, tan legs on display.

I’ve only ever seen her in jeans.

“Where are you going?”

Her high ponytail whips around with her head. “Somewhere you’re not,” she mimics my words from the other night while continuing to walk.

There isn’t a touch of makeup on her face, aside from her glossy lips, and she still looks better than most of the women I see in the clubs.

When she hops in the car and I see Marco in the driver's seat, my blood boils instantly and pounds in my ears. As they pull away I don’t bother changing out of my clothes, going straight back to my bike. As I get closer, though, I decide against it, swapping my keys out for the Range Rover and leaving Ace inside the house.

They don’t notice me following them a few cars behind, but I groan internally when the realization of where they’re going hits me. When I dealt with Eli, I didn’t expect his replacement to swoop in and try the same fucking thing.

Is he trying to get her drunk so he can try something?

After a few minutes of them being inside, I walk in and slink into a dark booth with a perfect view of the room. It doesn’t take me long to spot my little fox in sheep’s clothing—hardly that, even–downing a shot of rum, or probably whiskey, with Marco.

As much as I hate to admit it, Amaris is mesmerizing out there. The music flows through her as she spins from partner to partner, even when she’s dancing by herself. The laser beams dance on her skin, making her glow even more.

She hasn’t danced with Marco, but they keep gravitating back to each other and whispering like old friends. Her smile is so bright and carefree. I want to see that smile up close and directed at me, not Marco.

Me: I need you back on the compound in twenty. I’ll send a car for Amaris.

Watching Marco reach for his phone, I wait for him to get upset or react. What I don’t expect is for his shoulders to shake with laughter. He exchanges a few words with Amaris and she gives him a hug before he leaves.

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