Page 37 of Desperate Desires

They didn’t care about the atmosphere or who could see them, so into each other, into the moment.

I mean, it was likely drugs or alcohol that enhanced their lust, but still.

It was like the two of them were caught in their own little world of desperate desires and I wondered if I’d ever felt anything like that.

Yes.

With Ono.

Nope. I was not going there. Thinking about those few days I’d spent with Ono Bottarelli was pointless.

Someone jostled past me, spilling a splash of something cold onto my arm.

Hopefully, it was just beer, but I didn’t dare sniff it to check.

“Watch yourself, Mama. Gotta be careful who you’re seen with, right?” the stranger said.

Asshole must be drunk.

I kept moving, weaving through the crowd as I made my way toward the dingy restroom sign barely hanging onto its nails.

I was already regretting every life choice that had led me here. Shaking my head, I wished I could just leave right now.

But human nature wasn’t about to wait for better circumstances. And I really had to pee.

“Shelly, wait! Where are you going?” I spun and saw Lucy waving at me from the beginning of the hall.

She jogged over to me, and I crossed my legs. Dammit, I needed to step up my kegel game.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Lucy added, smiling at me and enhancing her natural beauty.

She looked just like her father, Marat Volkov. Simply born to be beautiful.

Even after knowing her for half my life, it was still shocking when I looked at her flawless face.

Her features were perfectly symmetrical, and her coloring was amazing.

Lucy had almost black hair, porcelain skin that bronzed in the sun, and crystal blue eyes like an alpine lake.

Her hourglass figure was a throwback to times when society appreciated women with meat.

Like a modern Mae West but softer somehow.

Everywhere she went she left a trail of broken hearts. But that was not her fault.

Lucy wasn’t even a flirt. She had the best heart, and I loved her as much as I loved Micky and Clem and all the rest. Like family.

“Just going to the bathroom,” I shouted over the music. “But I think I’m gonna get outta here when I’m done, girl. I am too old for this scene,” I said, and she giggled, shaking her head.

“Stop it! You are not,” she said.

Lucy and Andrea were a few years younger than Micky and me, but we’d all become close over the years. It wasn’t unusual for me to hang out with one without the other or any of them, really.

Aella and Coral had joined us there with a few of their friends as well, which meant double the security.

“I really am. Oh my God. I really gotta pee, Lucy. I’ll see you before I decide,” I told her.

I grimaced as I shoved away from her. She was great, really. The whole Volkov Clan was. They were just so big, and they did everything together.

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