Page 56 of Deceit

She blinks at me slowly, before continuing to stare at me like I’ve lost my mind. I just grin at her as I slip out of the closet and plop down onto one of her plush couches. I pull my phone out, pretending to scroll on it as I speak.

“Go ahead, act like I’m not even here.”

She scoffs, before stomping off towards her bathroom but not before I hear her mutter.

“Entitled prick. Why the hell did I even agree to this stupid date?”

I can’t help but smirk at her irritation. God, I love to wind her up. That’s not why I told her to change, though. She will thank me later when she sees where we’re going.

To my surprise, she actually gets changed quickly. If I thought she looked beautiful in a little black dress, seeing her in a tight pair of jeans and a casual shirt with her curls shook out does me in. There is something so fucking sexy about a woman who doesn’t have to try. A woman that is just effortlessly beautiful. It’s obvious Skyla has that, but she’s always dressed up like a barbie doll– like she’s dressing for someone else, not herself.

I clap my hands together, doing my best to swallow away this dry feeling in my throat that has suddenly set in.

“Much better,” I say as I jump to my feet. “This way, milady.” Offering my arm for her to take.

Her eyes look me up and down before she shakes her head. She throws her phone into a clutch, slipping her feet into a pair of socks and white tennis shoes before walking out the door. Again, I can’t help but grin. That little fire in her is already smoldering, let’s see if I can get her to let loose enough to burn Salem to the fucking ground tonight.

I slip out of her door and make it into the elevator just before the doors close. She looks at me unimpressed as she leans against the wall of the elevator. The doors open as we hit the first floor and I allow her to sashay her way out first. Mainly so I can admire her from back here, becausegoddamnshe has a delicious ass.

She turns to look over her shoulder, catching me in the act and rolls her eyes before facing forward again. I’m not really sure where she’s going, but I don’t mind letting her take the driver’sseat for a little while. I leisurely follow behind her, casually whistling to myself as she leads us out of her dorm, into the courtyard, and out to the parking lot before she pauses.

Spinning on her heel, she turns back to look at me with furrowed brows.

“Where are we going?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, babygirl. You seemed so confident of your path I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Okay, forget this. I’m already sick of your shit,” she says, as she moves to walk past me.

I catch her hand before she can get too far, though. She jolts to a stop, attempting to free herself from my grip, but I only tighten my hold smiling down at her as I shake my head.

“Don’t fight me, babygirl. I think it’s cute. I love a woman who takes what she wants. You were right anyways, I parked just up here,” I say, allowing my breath to fan across her cheek as I speak.

For a moment, I don’t think I affect her in the slightest, which is more than aggravating for me. That is, until I see her pulse practically thundering from her neck. My mouth pulls up into a wicked grin as I inch myself closer to her, softening my words as I do.

“One night, give me one night and I guarantee you’ll have the most fun you’ve ever had.”

Her eyes are wide and hazy like a million thoughts are playing out in her head, all warring to be one to make it to the surface. I wait for her witty retort or smartass insult but neither come. Instead, she swallows once, righting her posture and agrees with a nod.

Nodding in delight, I take a step towards the parking lot forcing her to follow me, mainly because I still haven’t let go of her hand. She wiggles her fingers before huffing an irritated sigh.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, your hands are buttery smooth.” I smile, tossing her a quick wink before practically dragging her to my car. When we come up to it, I hit my key and unlock the door before holding hers open for her. Her brows furrow before she shakes her head.

“I’m not getting into that thing.”

“Why not?”

“Look at the tires! They look like they are about to fall off!”

A laugh escapes me as I glance at my Nissan 350Z. With the stance tires I have on, they are definitely for performance instead of a comfy casual drive. She’ll see why we need them soon, though.

“They’re fine, actually just got these put on last week,” I say, as I gesture to the tires with their shiny new rims to compliment the fresh rubber.

She still looks hesitant before a figure is moving across the parking lot. It takes me a moment to recognize Ronan. I give him a wave but he isn’t looking at me, he’s looking at her. My head swings to see Skyla staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

Gone is her hesitation, she all but dives into the car headfirst before ripping the door out of my hand and slamming it closed. I contemplate on staying where I am as I watch Ronan pick up into a jog towards us, but then consider that this could be way more fun.

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