Page 32 of Only With You

“Are you drunk? Possibly high?” She mocks a gasp and snaps her fingers. “That’s it. It explains why you’re being so…” she trails off, and I see the pain in her eyes, like it’s killing her to say what she’s thinking. “Nice.”

It’s good to know she’s finally come to her senses.

“Don’t make assumptions. I don’t drink, so don’t ever assume that about me.”

She raises her hands in surrender, her lips twitching like she’s fighting off a smile. “So sorry. You’re just being oddly kind. This is so unlike you. It’s weird.”

I roll my eyes at her sarcasm. “I genuinely envy the people who have been privileged to not know of your existence. Imagine how at peace they are.”

She pins me with a glare. “I hate you.”

“I can’t say I’m too keen on you either.”

“You’re insufferable.”

I fold my arms against my chest. “Takes one to know one, right?”

A smile touches her lips. “Seriously, how did you negotiate your way out of Hell? Who did you bribe? Which poor soul did you sacrifice? Because there’s no way they’d just let you out.”

I can’t help the deep chuckle that claws out. “I offered you, of course.”

She stands straighter. Somehow that causes her already large breasts to push out more. It’s criminal how pornographic they look and how I can’t stop staring.

When our eyes connect again, a smug smile tips her mouth. She knows I was staring at her chest and I can’t be arsed to hide how appealing it looks.

“If you’re done looking, I’m ready to go.”

I don’t understand why the air around us feels strangely hot, yet tense like it did when my hand was wrapped around her slender neck. It was soft and delicate, and her scent wasoverwhelming, but in a way I didn’t hate. There was a hint of something sweet and exotic, but also airy. I can still smell it on me, and whatever she’s wearing, it’s not cheap.

“Let’s go then, Angel.”

Irritations mars her face. “What the hell is up with you and all these nicknames?”

“I thought that was better or is it not?” I tilt my head from one side, then the other, examining the deep scowl on her face. It almost makes me smile. “Angel seems fitting, no?”

Despite her all-black attire, minus her crimson red lips, looking at her feels blinding. It’s annoying.

A defiant smirk spreads across her face. “Just like Spawn of Satan. It’s fitting, no?”

“I suppose.” My cheek twitches.

Her blonde ponytail sways as she starts walking away and peers over her shoulder at me. “Are you coming, Landon?”

Snowy white and electric sapphire swirl in my head.

My name leaving her lips catches me off guard.

“Coming.” I fall into step next to her, and in silence, we walk back inside.

10

JULIANNA

I regret not leavingwhile I had a chance.

All my friends are downstairs dancing, while I’m in the VIP section holding on to my third drink of the night. I’m not sure what it is, but Polly gave it to me.

I’ve been taking small sips, because the shots I had earlier—plus the two drinks before this one—are really taking effect. My body feels warm and light, and my head spins just a bit, but nothing I can’t control.

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