Page 41 of Diem

“I’m having shun, fun,” I say, and his brows drop over his eyes.

What’s his problem? He’s been a moody prick for like ever.

“Mae, if you don’t stop, you’re going to be sick tomorrow.”

The tiny sensible, sober part of me agrees before I say, “I’m fine. Come and dance with me.”

His jaw tics before he nods and says, “Okay.”

With a wide smile, I lead him back to the living area and proceed to bump and grind against him. His eyes darken and he smiles, grabbing my hips and pumping into me.

Dimly, I recognize the boner poking my ass but dammit I don’t want to ruin this, so I ignore the implications like an idiot.

“Hey, Matt,” Harriet says with a breathless giggle, and he nods, before spinning me around so I’m straddling his knee.

Harriet’s smile dims and she backs away into the crowd. I watch her go with a frown before all the alcohol I consumed catches up to me and I start to sag.

Matt pulls me in and cradles me to his chest, rumbling in my ear, “You okay, baby?”

“Hm,” I hum, leaning against his shoulder. He tightens his hold and I open my eyes, meeting Diem’s stare across the room.

His eyes are so cold, I suck in a breath before Hailey grabs his arm and he turns away. With an aching pulse in my chest, I watch him disappear into the back and close my eyes.

“I’m ready to go home now,” I whisper and Matt guides me toward the door.

Is Diem fucking her back there?

Chapter Ten

Diem

“I told you what I know,” I bark, rubbing the back of my neck.

Dick is getting on my last nerve. He thinks he’s pissed—keep pushing me.

“Calm down, D,” Ramsay says, and I huff, staring out the window.

When I first met Ramsay, I was convinced I wasn’t going to like him. The dick looked me over wearing pressed chinos and a tie, at fucking five years old.

Some days I’m still not sure if I do but he’s my brother and I’d die for him. Oliver too, despite his moody bitch behavior.

“So, what do we do about Skull?” Oliver grumbles.

“Diem, he’s your gift. Take out some of that aggression on him, hm?” Ramsay says.

Closing my eyes, I agree but I’ve already expended some of that angst and Oliver would be less than pleased to know how.

You can’t wave prime titties in my face along with a pretty booty and expect me to walk away.

Try telling that to the prick though. Which is why I purposely left with Hailey while Maeve watched from that fucker’s arms.

The look on her face told me I’d done my job but the fucking sour taste on my tongue lingers.

Now I have the image of her silky warmth wrapped around that douche to keep me cold at night and I’m a hair's breadth away from beating the shit out of him.

She’s not mine but I don’t fucking want her to be anyone else’s. That’s how fucked this is.

In any case, I sure hope she heeds my warnings because I know to my bones that if I have the chance, I will be fucking her again and I’m not sure I can walk away after.

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