Page 29 of Girl Violence

Gritting her teeth, Josette removes her jacket and returns inside. There’s music playing now, and people are dancing, having more fun than she is. Before the girl can get Vince’s attention, Josette slips in beside him, blocking her advance. Once the girl sees her, she turns around, but not before showing her red-faced embarrassment.

Vince looks at her, unaware of what she just did—cockblocking him again. “What?”

“Why did you ask me that?” she questions.

He orders two shots of tequila. After the barman leaves, he says, “There must have been something good that made you go back to him a second time. I would understand if it was the sex, but knowing you had a bad time just...”

“Just what?” He shakes his head, and Josette frowns. “Justwhat, Vince?”

The barman returns and puts two shots in front of them. After knocking one back, Vince pulls a face as he swallows it down. He offers Josette the other, but she shakes her head, not wanting any more alcohol. He drinks that one, saying nothing, which irritates her.

Fine.

If he doesn’t want to continue talking, that’s fuckingfine. Pulling out her phone, Josette nudges him in the ribs. With her camera raised for a selfie, she realises this may be the last time she gets to have him like this, and she will make the most of it. After that, she will forget Vince O’Neil and move on with her miserable life. He thinks she’s stupid for going back a second time to Tyler. It’s what he’s implying, right?

She takes a selfie of them as he leans in closer. Looking at the picture, she can see he tried and smiled at least, which makes her smile. Then she sighs, appreciating how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he is and how they look together. It surprises Josette how many more pictures she wants with him.

Uploading it to Instagram, Josette captions it with a winky face emoji, which is probably a bad idea after the nude posted earlier today. She then sends him a friend request so she can tag him in it later.

Closing her phone, she stows it away just as one of her favourite songs starts playing. Swaying her hips, Josette knows Vince is watching her, and that’s when she gets a good idea. He knows even before she smiles at him. “No.”

“Ah, live a little, Vincent.” She grabs his T-shirt and drags him onto the small dance floor. Amid the crowd, she steps closer to him, smirking up at him while he glares down at her.

“You really are a little bitch.” Josette gasps when he grabs her waist and spins her around, pulling her back into him. Until her ass is pressed against his front that feels all kinds of naughty and hot.

Feeling dizzy, she moves against him, rolling her hips to the music and grinding into him. Her breathing hitches as his fingers dig into her skin, the heat of his breath on her neck. The effect sends shivers down her spine and tingles along her inner thighs.

They’re drunk. She knows that. They’re not thinking straight. She knows that, too. But fuck it. Just one night won’t hurt giving in to what they really want.

Turning, Josette loops her arms around his neck, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. When a slower song comes on, they sway to the music, and he leans in, putting his forehead against hers. Josette’s heart squeezes, and desire spreads through her stomach from the closeness. She wants to kiss him and knowing she can’t just makes her want it more.

“Why does it bother you that I had a bad first time?” she can’t help asking, needing to know. Goosebumps dot her skin when his spearmint and smoky breath touches her lips.

“Because it should have been me.” She stares up at him in shock. It’s almost like the world stops. The music and people around them cease to exist. It’s just her and him. “I should have been the one to show you what it’s meant to be like.”

Josette swallows hard as he lets go of her and takes a step back. He turns around, heading for the exit. The world continues to move as he leaves her staring after him.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Eyes fixated on the door Vince just walked out of, Josette stands in the middle of the dance floor like an idiot. Still feeling his fingertips pressing on her hips, his words running through her head over and over...

It should have been me.

Snapping out of her daze, Josette goes after him. He can’t just say something like that and leave. Fuck him if he thinks he can just do that to her.

Running outside, she searches for him, spotting the back of him already halfway down the road.

“Vince!” she calls, jogging after him. He doesn’t stop, and people turn to look, some even laughing at her expense. Ignoring them, she picks up the pace, relieved when she finally catches up to him. She grabs his arm, forcing him to stop.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demands, hurt more than anything. He stops walking but avoids making eye contact with her. “Why did you walk away?”

“Because this can’t happen.” He turns to her, pointing between them. His eyes bore into hers, anger evident through the drunken haze.

“What can’t happen?” She pushes his hand down, the alcohol making her brave and determined to get answers. “Come on, Vince. Be real like you used to be. Tell me the truth.”

“Shut up,” he bites at her, and Josette laughs, even though nothing is funny.

“Really?” she queries. “Shut up? Is that all you have to say?”

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