Page 33 of Little Devil

We put our clothes back on behind the car just now and I managed to fix my make up in the side mirror, but neither of us are wearing any underwear and I’m pretty sure everyone can see my ass through this dress.

“Xan–”

“Baby, chill,” he says, pulling me in to back me up against the wall next to a fancy looking sushi restaurant. “You look hot, okay? Really fucking hot.”

I remove the glare from my face and take a breath, secretly liking the way he calls me baby.

“Are you good?” he asks, speaking over my lips. “Or do you need to stay out here and listen to me tell you how bad I wanna fuck you up against this wall right now?”

Jesus Christ, he’s too much.

Unable to form a verbal response to that, I shake my head and he winks at me, casually linking his fingers with mine while he walks me along towards the club we’re about to try and con our way into. We get to the entrance and I stand up a little taller, doing my best to act casual and chill like he told me to. The bouncer frowns at me and I die a little on the inside, terrified I’m about to spend the night in jail, but then Xander pays the entry fee and passes him two driver’s licenses. The bouncer takes them and looks between us for what feels like forever, passing them back with a nod and waving us in without so much as a second glance. My brows crash in the center and I look at Xander, snatching the fake cards from his hands to get a look at them. One of them is obviously his, but my picture is on the other one with a name that’s not mine and a birthday that makes me twenty two.

“Damn it, you could have told me,” I whisper yell, angrily shoving the cards at his chest when I catch the look on his face.

He keeps laughing at me and it’s pissing me off.

“When did you even get that?”

“Today.”

“Today,” I echo, knowing he’d have only had about three hours to get it done, if that. “How?”

“I know a guy,” he says vaguely, pulling me along through the dimly lit hallway to get to the main part of the club.

Neon pink strobe lights pulse throughout the room in time with the beat of the deafening music and there’s a lit bar set up along the left wall, the right wall lined with black tables and chairs while the middle of the room serves as a huge dance floor.

I’ve never been in a place like this before.

I’m used to mansions and yacht parties and charity functions in ballrooms filled with expensive things to match the expensive people within.

Xander leads me over to the bar and takes out a wad of cash from his wallet, pulling me into him to shout in my ear. “You want a shot?”

I hesitate but nod, suddenly craving something to take the edge off. He orders us two each and knocks his glass against mine, eyeing me while I tip my head back to swallow it down. The vodka burns my throat and I wince at the aftertaste, setting my glass down on the bar to neck the other one just as quick.

“You alright, princess?” he chuckles, somehow sensing my inexperience and naivety.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

He nods and looks around, tipping his chin at the dark corner on the other side of the room. “You want me to go with you?”

I shake my head and back away from him to go by myself, somehow managing to snake my way through the crowd of dancers and drunk people without getting kidnapped or trampled on. I push the bathroom door open and choose a stall, scrunching my nose at the tampon slash condom machine in the corner.

This place is so weird.

I wash my hands once I’m done and check myself in the long, horizontal mirror above the counter, not exactly hating the look of the girl staring back at me.

She doesn’t look like me.

I like that about her.

I walk out of the bathroom and make my way through the crowd again, ignoring the slurred pick up lines thrown my way while I scan the bar to look for Xander. I spot him sitting exactly where I left him and head that way, but then a pretty brunette girl grabs a hold of my hand and starts dancing with me. She’s wearing a white mini dress and a veil to match, clearly drunk enough to assume she knows me, but she also seems harmless, which is why I decide it’s safe to humor the bride to be for a minute. We dance together for the rest of the song and she stumbles into my arms a few times, making me laugh. After my fourth time setting her back on her feet, she wanders back over to her friends and I continue to dance on my own, lifting my arms over my head while I roll my hips to the beat of the music. Rumors by Neffex blares through my ears and I look up, biting my lip to hide the smile on my face when I catch Xander watching me from across the room. He’s leaning back in his seat with his back to the bar and his legs spread out wide, ignoring the smoking hot girl pawing at his arm while he moves his eyes over my form.

Jealousy, you vile little bitch.

I expect the cocky bastard to sit on his ass and wait for me to come to him, but he doesn’t do that. Instead he swallows the last of his drink and passes her the empty glass, never once taking his eyes off my body while he stands up and walks over to me.

“That was mean,” I tell him, still rolling my hips out to the beat of the music surrounding us.

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