Page 10 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

Normally, that comment would entice me to do just that—take off my clothes, give a little show. But I couldn’t shove my irritation aside enough to play like that.

Instead, I tried and failed not to stare in Caleb’s direction as I took my place beside East. “You mind?”

East’s lips curled as though he could see inside my brain and was aware of the shitstorm brewing there, and like the instigator he was, he gestured for me to take the floor.

I cleared my throat, making a big to-do about it, and when Caleb didn’t even look up—rude—I decided to get his attention another way.

“Okay, here goes. Cheers to you, cheers to me.” I leveled my gaze on the back of Caleb’s head. “And cheers to Caleb, or whoever he’s pretending to be.”

As Caleb’s back stiffened, a rush of satisfaction flooded my body. He slowly turned in my direction, and whatever he’d been feeling seconds ago had turned to pure rage.

There,nowI’ve got your attention.

“Travis, cut it out,” JT hissed from in front of the bar, reaching for my hand, but East batted it away with his foot.

“Leave him alone, Golden Boy. He clearly has something to say.”

Yeah, that’s right.Ididhave something to say. If I could just remember what it was…

I swayed a little on the bar top, trying to think of where I’d been going with this, when Caleb’s blonde ran a hand down his chest in an effort to regain his attention.

Would you look at that? It was all on me.Now, where was I?

Oh yeah…

“Cheers to you and cheers to me, and cheers to Caleb, or whoever he’s pretending to be. Because a gentleman who prefers blondes is thebiggestfallacy?—”

“Did he seriously just say fallacy?” I heard someone say, but I was on a roll now.

“—when what he really wants is someone just like m?—”

Oompfh.

A hand on my ass shoved me, and I stumbled down into the crowd before I could complete my final thought. One look at Caleb told me he’d caught the message, because his head looked like it was about to explode, and he flipped me off and stormed toward the door.

I mean, I couldn’t blame him, even if this was what I’d considered my best work to date.

But that didn’t mean I was going to let him run away. I wasn’t done with him yet.

THREE

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HONEST TO GOD, I had to be a masochist at this point. That was the only explanation for why I kept showing up at places I knew the Park Avenue Princes would be.

Well, where one prince in particular would be.

The only excuse I had was that one of my closest friends dated one of those fuckers, and I hated to leave JT out there alone to fend off the wolves. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to shoot him more than a quick wave before Travis decided to show his ass and taunt me in front of everyone.

It didn’t matter where we were or how much I tried to defuse the situation by ignoring him. He’d always find me, and shit was never pretty.

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair as I stormed out of the condo and had to push through the masses waiting to get inside. I wanted to warn them off, but that would be a waste of breath. Everyone fuckinglovedthe Park Avenue Pricks for some reason, even after all the stupid shit they’d pulled over the years. Even though no one would ever get close enough because they never let anyone in unless they were fucking you.

I stopped abruptly in front of the elevators, realizing the illustrious Waldorf Towers residences didn’t believe in anythingas trivial as a normal button panel to push. There wasn’t anything at all except a hidden scanner residents could use, so how the hell was I supposed to get out of there? I wasn’t about to trek down the forty-four floors to the lobby.

An older man appeared out of nowhere, the pin on his lapel signifying he was part of the staff here at the Towers. “Going down?”

“Please.” It didn’t escape my notice that I was the only one leaving, because the party was just getting started. I just didn’t care to waste my time or energy somewhere I wasn’t wanted, and JT would have to understand.

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