Page 10 of Little Devil

For some reason I’m more interested in what he has to say than interrogating him on his stalking abilities.

“JJ,” he says mockingly, leaning in even further like he’s about to tell me a secret. “Wanna fuck?”

My jaw drops and I pull my head back, amazed and a little speechless at the audacity. “You’re joking, right?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Jesus Christ.

“I.. I have a boyfriend.”

“I have a cat.”

I frown at that, scrunching my nose in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?”

He smirks, cocky as shit. “Exactly.”

It takes me a second, but then it hits me and I gape at him. “Are you serious right now?”

“No,” he chuckles, somehow managing to keep a straight face when he adds, “I don’t have a cat.”

“You’re an asshole,” I point out, but he just shrugs like he doesn’t give a fuck, not at all offended by the fact.

“I know.”

“You know–”

“Hey, JJ.”

I shut my mouth and turn to face my friend Kian, laughing lightly when he takes my hand and lifts it up over my head to spin me around in a circle.

“Gorgeous,” he praises, leaning over me to kiss my cheeks. “I see you’ve met the new boy I can’t stop thinking about. He’s hot, right?”

“So hot,” I deadpan, narrowing my eyes when the new boy grins like I’m serious. “You know this guy, Ki?”

“Yeah, that’s Xander Reid, Travis’ cousin. He just moved here from California. Isn’t that great?”

I have nothing to say to that so I say nothing, looking up when I spot Noah headed this way with his arm wrapped around Penelope’s waist.

“This one’s done for the night,” he laughs, reaching over to grab her phone from the counter. “I’m gonna take her up to her room before she passes out.”

Yet another forced smile crosses my lips and I watch them leave, ignoring the bile creeping up my throat when he looks down and grins at whatever she’s mumbling into his shoulder. Kian clears his throat while he turns around to pour himself another drink and Xander stares at me, moving in to retake his spot at the counter beside me.

“What?” I bite out, a little meaner than I intended.

“What?” he laughs, feigning innocence, but I’m not falling for it.

There’s nothing innocent about him.

Not a damn thing.

“Spit it out, new boy.”

He fails to hide his amusement and runs his tongue bar over his teeth, shamelessly moving his eyes over my form like he has the right. “You look hot in white.”

“But..” I push, knowing there’s more.

“But..” he goes on, leaning into me until his lips are just an inch from mine. “The black one suited you better.”

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