Page 41 of Sweet Temptation

I look around the store while Scarlet talks about getting her nose pierced. "My pretty little friend wants her belly button done," Scarlet announces.

I smile at the girl as all three of us walk into the back and wait for Scarlet to get the hoop through her nose. "Damn, I'd fuck you." Bailey grins and stares at Scarlet's new look.

Our friend grins back at us and inspects her new piercing. "Damn, I look hot," she announces.

I stifle a laugh as I lay on the table and lift my shirt, undoing my pants to reveal my belly. I'm hoping it doesn't hurt like people believe.

"Any specific piece for the future?" the lady asks.

I gaze off toward a piercing. "Just the regular for now," I reply with a smile. She nods as she begins heating up a new needle.

I stare at the needle as it slips through my skin, keeping my eyes glued to my skin as she pushes the jewellery through. I must be a sadist because pain has never felt good. But that did.

"Damon's mouth is going to hit the ground when he sees you tonight," Bailey says with a smirk. I grin as we make our way to the front counter to pay the piercer.

"Damn, Han Han, you did it." Scarlet smirks.

I pull my shirt up as I stare at the flamed skin where my new piercing now sits. Bailey admires it and licks her lips. "If I was Damon, I'd probably use my tongue to trace it," Bailey says, licking her lips again.

Though she doesn't realise that isn't an option since it's brand new. I groan at the crude comments from my friends as we quickly pay and exit, heading for the next store

After an hour of shopping, and Scarlet's insistence on making me buy new panties and bras, we take our seats at the food court. As usual, I ordered a chicken Cesar because the food court food is too greasy for my liking.

On the other hand, Scarlet has a plate of fries in front of her and the greasiest burger I've ever seen. Bailey joined me on the salad option as our friend chomps down on fries. I wish I could eat like that and not gain anything, but if I eat that, it all goes to my arse.

I snicker at the thought and shove a piece of chicken into my mouth. "Where next? It's nine p.m. The mall's closing," Scarlet says while crunching on a fry.

"Could we meet the boys at Ricky's? They're going there at nine-thirty," I reply, shoving a drenched piece of lettuce into my mouth. Bailey nods with a smile.

"I could do with some tequila," Scarlet answers, shoving her empty cardboard into the greasy McDonald's bag.

"Are you and Damien… you know?" Bailey asks.

Our dark-haired friend stops chewing and stares at us, covering her mouth as she laughs. "Hell no, I sucked his cock once," she replies, her gaze finding me.

Scarlet crosses her arms over her chest and sticks out her tongue after she takes a sip of a sugar-filled Coca Cola. I wonder if Damon knows his brother is fucking the enemy. And what would happen if Margarita found out?

Bailey tilts her head and looks at me. "Hockey players in general scream sex," Bailey says. "I'm dating one of the defence men, Alexander, and well… When we first met, I couldn't not fuck him—hockey players have too much sex appeal."

We're still having this conversation? What if she slips up? Scarlet rolls her eyes and takes another sip from her pop. "He can try. Except I won’t deliver a second time. The first time was a mistake; I don't need to go round two," she replies. Bailey nods as if she's crazy, but I stay silent, not wanting to ask the wrong question.

After dumping the empty food containers into the trash, we make our way to the car. I've had about enough of the mall anyway, so I'm ready to get the hell out of here.

Once settled in my seat, I buckle my seatbelt. Turning my head over my shoulder, I check to see if my friends are also buckled as I pull out of the parking lot and head toward Ricky's, a bar off campus.

Parking outside the bar, we all pile out, heading inside, whispering and giggling about the reactions from our friends. Once my feet hit the hardwood inside, I noticed someone I didn't think was going to be here hammering off comments to Sam in a booth.

Jared Tucker. What the hell is he doing here? I hear Sam's sneering remarks, but I don't hear what he says. I watch Jared's face pale as the entire Princeton hockey team leans over the table and helps Sam pitch into him.

"Who's he?" Scarlet whispers in my ear. I bet my face is pale, but I know my friends. I know the moment I tell them, there will be hell in here. I don't really want to have that conversation quite yet. I want to talk to her alone.

Spinning toward her, I grip her arm. "If you want to know, you'll talk with me alone first." Scarlet glances at Bailey, who shrugs and heads for the bar, leaving us alone at the front doors.

Wrapping her red nails around my wrist, she drags me out of the bar, where we stand alone in the cold late fall. "So? You want to fire off comments about Damien, right? Ask me why I would fuck my enemy?" she snaps.

My eyes widen as I watch her. My teeth slam together as the words I had are lost in my throat. "Oh come on, Hanna. You think Damon would tell you everything about this world and not let the appropriate parties know what deep secrets you hold?" she questions with a raised brow.

I'm at a loss for words as I stare at her. This is the mafia princess talking, the girl Damon said exists behind the smiles. I didn’t believe him, but I'm seeing it now.

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