Page 12 of A Villain’s Lies

Chapter5

The frying pan didn’t deserve that.

Avani

Those men who Grayson met with were off. Scary even. I watched as they left and stayed well and clear of them. I’ve been around a lot of scary men in my life, and none have made me think, fuck, this one I shouldn’t be near, like they did.

“Drop me home?” I ask Grayson.

“Take a fucking cab,” he says as I lock up.

“Please, have a heart. My car is fucked, and I need a lift. Help your staff out.”

“Fuck my staff.”

“I didn’t ask you to fuck me. Actually, that is the last thing I want to do.” I offer him a smile. “You aren’t my type.”

“Touché.” He nods, looking me over. I’m standing in front of him in my red heels and a tiny black dress. It’s more of a suit dress, and I love it. I found it at a thrift store and have worn it to work three times already.

“Please,” I beg, smiling.

“Fucking hell. Get your shit. I am not waiting for you.” As he storms out, I grab my new sparkly bag and follow after him. Grayson doesn’t open the car door like a gentleman, and I tsk at him and climb in. I try to speak during the ride, but he turns up the music so loud he can’t hear me even if I did say something.

No wonder he’s single. He’s a complete jerk.

We stop at the front of my house, and I see a lot of people walking in and out.

Fuck.

The party.

Grayson turns the music down and faces me.

“You throwing a party and didn’t invite me?” he asks.

“Fuck no. I planned to sleep.” I open the car door and get out, leaving him behind.

As I enter the house, I spot Destiny straight away, sitting at our counter with a drink in front of her. When she sees me, she doesn’t even offer a wave, just goes back to talking to her friends.

“Avani.” I turn to see Grayson standing behind me, my old bag in his hand. “Don’t leave your shit for me to collect in my damn car.” I pull it from his hands and curl my lip at him.

“Thanks.” I huff.

Destiny gets off the stool and bounces—yes, she bounces—straight over to us.

“I’m so happy to see you again.” Destiny reaches out to touch Grayson, who looks at me in question. I shrug and walk off straight to my room and shut the door. The music is way too loud, and I’m getting pissed. Jumping straight into the shower, I then stand under the water for what feels like a good twenty minutes before I finally get out, and when I do, I can still hear the damn music.

Surely someone will complain.

Wrapping the towel around myself, I take a deep breath and open the door. No one is there, just the insanely loud music blaring through the speakers.

I turn it off, instantly greeted by silence.

That is before I hear a loud moan.

Is Destiny fucking someone?

I look to her room, but it’s not coming from there. Her door is open, and her lights are off. Walking to the back door, I hear it again.

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