Page 23 of Ruthless God

Keanu: Sweet. Sending out invites now.

Jameson: Is Lyrical coming?

Me: She has no choice.

I shoot Lyrical an invite to the party.

Me: Pick out a mask for the hunting party. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.

Lyrical: No.

Me: It’s cute that you think you have a choice.

Lyrical: No. I’m not attending your stupid orgy, and no, we’re not ever going to fuck.

This woman is testing my patience.

Me: Here is what’s going to happen, Blue. I’m to pick you up at 9 at your place. Sowear something sexy. Wear a mask. Wear no panties, or else…

Blue: What are you going to do if I’m not home?

Me: Try me and find out.

She leaves me on read for several moments, then sends me another text message.

Blue: Go to hell. My answer is no.

Me: Your funeral.

Lyrical

Tonight is the night of the hunting party that the American Gods are hosting. Everyone is there, including Lilac and Winter. They wanted to be a part of it. I pleaded with them to stay behind with me to have a girls’ night instead, but they turned me down, so now I’m at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. This is the first time I’m actually trying to enjoy myself since Bailey died. We used to go barhopping, but now that she is gone, some of the things don’t seem fun without her.

I eat my wings and fries while doodling on a piece of paper. I can’t concentrate, because I’m thinking about Snow. It was stupid for me to not go to the party because I always wanted to go. I want to know how it would feel to be chased down in the woods and fucked until I can’t take it anymore, but I don’t want to give Snow any more of myself than I already have. Plus, I’m not going to let him order me around. He has always been bossy and possessive over me, but I chalked it up as him being an overprotective friend. Now, I realize he was acting that way because he wanted to fuck me. Last night when he told me I havenothing to be ashamed of because of my kink, it made me feel a lot better about myself and I quickly forgot we aren’t friends. It makes things ten times harder between us because now I know what his dick tastes like. I want more of him. I loved that he forced me to do what he wanted me to do. But I know he’s using my fantasies to manipulate me, so I’m going to stay away from him until the wedding.

Someone clears their throat. Glancing up, I see June leaning against the booth. He has the brightest smile on his face.

“Is this seat taken?”

My eyes drop down to his muscles peeking through his dark shirt and my eyes trace the veins under his tan skin. I quickly look away and shake my head no.

“No.”

He sits across from me and steals a fry from my plate. “Where have you been lately? I haven’t seen you at a party since the one on the first day of school.”

“Were you looking for me?”

He nods. “Yeah, I wanted to see if you would like to hang out.”

“Partying isn’t my thing.”

“Neither is it mine.”

“Then why were you there?”

He steals a wing off my plate, devouring it. “My ex-girlfriend dragged me there.” He rubs his beard. “Anyhow, what are you drawing?”

I cock my eyebrow. “How did you know I was drawing?”

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