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“Bye,baby!” I call out after her.
She pauses, glowering back at me as she flips me off with her middle finger, right before the door slams shut behind her.
I huff a ragged breath, sagging onto the kitchen island, butting my stupid head against the marble. “Fuck my life,” I groan against the cold, hard stone.
Fran Keller is a goddamn piece of work. So why the fuck do I want her more than I want air?
CHAPTER 27
FRAN
Normally, I’m not one to go out to the clubs. Bars, yes. But nightclubs? I don’t know. They’re just not my vibe. Which is why when Vera called and begged me to tag along with her to some hot new club, because Tyler is DJing there for the first time, I was reluctant at first. But when she mentioned free drinks, I couldn’t say no, especially since she’d invited Hannah, too.
Now, however, with my strappy shoes pinching my toes, dressed in a skirt so tight it feels like it’s cutting off circulation, and a bodysuit that is seriously riding up my ass, I’m really regretting my decision. No amount of free booze is worth this torture. I’d much rather be at home, in my pajamas, drowning my sorrows in cookie dough ice cream while watching reruns ofOne Tree Hill.
“What’s up with you tonight?” Vera yells over the music, nudging me.
Before I can respond, Hannah speaks up. “Looks like boy trouble to me.”
They both stare at me, waiting expectantly, but what can I say without giving everything away. I could probably get away with telling Vera the truth, but not Hannah. She’s the daughter of Robbie’s coach, for Chrissake.
Instead of a response, I shake my head with a dismissive wave of my hand.
“Definitely boy trouble,” Hannah says to Vera, and the two sip their drinks.
With her perfect brows knitting together, Vera looks at me, placing a hand on my arm. “Did something happen with Robbie?”
“No.” I scoff, standing from my stool. “I need another drink.”
Both girls just stare at me, but I ignore them, heading for the bar.
As I snake my way through the crowd, I make sure to keep my head down, lest I make eye contact and open myself up to unwanted attention. I need to get drunk. Stat.
Stopping at the bar, I perch my ass on the one free stool, waiting patiently. The bartenders can take as long as they want—anything to prevent having to go back to Vera and Hannah and face another interrogation. Sadly, I don’t have to wait too long, despite the six-deep line waiting to be served.
“What can I get you, beautiful?”
I startle, turning to find possibly the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in real life smiling at me from the other side of the counter. Dark skin. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Gleaming white teeth. A body resembling aMarvelsuperhero. I’m forced to swallow the sudden lump that forms at the back of my throat.
“Um…” My gaze flits about the bar, suddenly at a loss. “I’ll just have a tequila soda, thanks.”
He studies me a moment, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re far too beautiful for such a basic drink. Let me make you something.”
Normally I’d roll my eyes, probably tell him to cut the crap and just bring me my damn tequila like I asked. But I can’t. He’s too good looking to argue with. So instead, I giggle like a moron.
The bartender adds different liquors from glittering bottles into a shiny gold mixer. He looks at me with another breathtaking smile as he lifts the mixer and starts shaking it with vigor, and my eyes immediately fall to his arms. They’re likeHulkarms. Muscles bulging with every shake. Even the short sleeves of the shirt he’s wearing look as if they’re about to give up the fight and burst open at any minute.
He places a highball half-filled with ice in front of me, and then, with another smile, he cracks the mixer open and pours the concoction into the glass. And I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but… it kind of looks like semen. White and creamy and very jizz-like. When I meet the man’s eyes, mid-pour, he winks.Winks. And if I’m not careful, I might slip right off this stool.
“One Maximus special.” He slides the glass across to me, placing a red and white striped paper straw inside. “In case you were wondering,I’mMaximus.”
I’m sure his name isn’t really Maximus. Regardless, I wrap my lips around the straw and take a tentative sip, but the moment the flavor hits my tongue, I feel my eyes roll back in my head. It’s delicious. Nothing like the taste of semen, thank God. It’s fruity and tangy, a little sweet, with a definite kick.
“You like that?”Maximusleans in closer, his voice suddenly low and gravelly.
I bite down on the straw, stifling the giddy smile that’s trying to take hold of me.
He winks at me before moving on to serve another customer, and I feel my cheeks heat because, well, he’s hot. Like,reallyhot. And the more alcohol I consume, the more I can feel my resolve start to slip.Yes, I’m fully aware I have a stupidfakeboyfriend, but Robbie has gone out of his way to make it abundantly clear he has no real interest in me. And, if I’m being honest, it has been far too long between fucks. A girl can only get herself off with a vibrator so many times beforeshe starts to develop a silicon reaction.
