Page 8 of Mischievous Lies

“I suggested it once, but Billie was against me working at one of her brother’s clubs. Besides, I think the ‘don’t fuck the clients’ rule would get in my way of having fun.” I laugh. Hope awkwardly bops, nowhere near drunk enough for the dance floor.Yet.

Posie laughs as she not-so-subtly points at some guy. “He looksvery interested,” she says. I recognize the guy, though I can’t remember if I’ve hooked up with him before, with or without sex. Some nights get blurry. His gaze is glued to my hips as I sway them, feeding my feminine ego.

I approach him, letting his bold hands pull me in when I’m close enough. I wrap them around me and place them on my ass and hips, giving him full rein. The contact right nowis everything I need, and I hope he doesn’t speak much so he doesn’t ruin the attractive face and sizeable arms. He’s just my type. Billie once joked that my love language is physical touch, but I didn’t need to take a test for something I already knew.

“I saw you walk in,” he says loud enough to be heard over the music. Of course, he did. It’s a pity I don’t remember his name. I’m trying to rack my brain as to where I know him from. “You look as beautiful as always, Ivy.”

Listen, I don’t need sweet talk, but it definitely helps a girl’s ego, that’s for sure. I’m not model size, but it’s never been relevant when I learned at a young age to embrace my curves, and that confidence will stop any man in his tracks. I have hip dips, a chubby midsection, and thick thighs accompany my luscious ass and large tits. Every single man I have been with has worshipped my body becauseIworship my body. I would never let a man talk ill of me. And I wouldn’t do it to myself either.

“Any chance you want to leave soon and head to my place?” he asks, turning me in his arms. Then his mouth finds my ear, and he starts trailing kisses up and down my neck.

“To yours?” I question, deciding not to push him away because I like this type of worship. But also, the party has only just begun, though, and I’m tempted to string him along for the night until I’m ready to leave. It fuels me to know I can have him so quickly.

Before he can answer, someone bumps into us, and I barely miss having a drink spilled on me.

“What the fuck ma—” my toy boy starts, but then snaps his mouth closed and pales as he sees the size difference between himself and his opponent.

Hawke hasn’t even noticed us as he makes out on the dance floor with hissweetheart.Her arms are around his neck, and her legs are wrapped around his hips as she grinds against him.

You have got to be kidding me.

The thing about Hawke is I never know when something is accidental or he’s childishly trying to grab my attention.

I scoff at them loud enough that his gaze flicks over to me while he continues to kiss her. He’s smirking as he pulls back and leans into her, biting at her earlobe, his gaze never wavering from mine, as if he’s trying to taunt me.

I turn toward my guy, so I’m back-to-back with Hawke, and he doesn’t have to deal with him.

“Not getting enough protein, obviously,” I say snidely to Hawke as I set my guy’s hands on my waist again.

“Just building an appetite,” Hawke replies over his shoulder. I don’t even bother replying because we could go back and forth with this shit all night. Though, it does give me smug satisfaction when his gaze drops to my ass before his sweetheart directs his attention back to her.

I push myself against the guy I’m dancing with. I really have an issue with remembering people’s names. Despite being able to easily collect data on almost anyone, when it comes to men in person, they all seem to blur for me. Moving to the beat of the music, I drop my head to the side, giving my dance partner all the invitation he needs to start kissing my neck again.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says again, and I rub up against him, my hips moving faster. I can hear his breathing pick up and feel the slow rise of his cock. I love this power, knowing that he wants me and I’m in complete control of everything that will happen past this point.

It’s a woman’s gift, in my opinion, once we learn how to harness it.

Also known as pussy power.

He wants this.

Pity my mind is on the dickhead behind me, who, when I glance over my shoulder at him, is still watching me.

This guy is truly insufferable.

Luckily, the night is young.

I whisper into the guy’s ear with a smile. “Come find me later. I’m not done with my girlfriends yet, but I’ll go home with you.”

“What, just like that, you’re going to leave?” he asks, and I wave goodbye as I go back to where Hope and Posie are.

“Damn, girl, you’re like a Venus flytrap,” Posie says approvingly.

Hope is shaking her head. “Care to explain what’s happening between you and Hawke? And don’t tell me nothing. You two have so much sexual tension, it makes me want to be sick.”

I laugh as a waitress comes over with a tray of drinks for us. We look up at Jewel, Eli, and Dutton, who are watching us. Jewel salutes with her drink, obviously, the one who sent the drinks. I definitely like her.

I grab what smells like vodka and Red Bull. Come to Mama.

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