Page 40 of Heartless Devil

We pile into the black limo that Cam rented out for the evening. My sister is nothing but extravagant. She can also find an over-the-top ride faster than anyone I know.

Just another perk of having money.

“This is amazing,” Sasha says, snuggling up next to me.

I have to figure out how to get rid of this chick. She’s getting attached.

I try to scoot over in my seat, closer to the window, and away from her. She doesn’t even notice. She’s whispering with her friend.

I glance up and notice Charlie staring at me, a smirk on her face. I think she’s the only one that noticed I was trying to get as far away from Sasha as I could. We pull up to the nightclub. I can hear the music from outside and there is a line of people waiting to get in.

“Don’t worry, we don’t have to wait,” Cam says, grabbing her purse from the seat.

Of course we don’t.

I don’t miss the dirty looks thrown our way from the people in line.

The place is packed.

“This place is full of fucking women,” Tyler says, shouting in my ear.

“Too bad you’ve got us attached,” I say, gesturing towards the two girls in front of us.

“I wouldn’t worry about that. Do what you want. You will anyway,” he says, laughing.

He’s not wrong. I’ve never been one to worry about hurting someone’s feelings. If I’m tired of a chick, I usually just dump her. I don’t have time to worry about protecting people’s hearts. I don’t really care about any of that shit anyway.

We follow Cam upstairs to the VIP lounge. It’s a lot less crowded up there, and I’m hoping a couple drinks will help ease the anxiety I’m feeling about the amount of people in here.

“Cameron Garrett. I rented a booth,” my sister tells the bodyguard.

He lets us through and the six of us walk over to a giant black booth. The room is decorated in black and gold with giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

“This place is gorgeous,” Charlie says, looking around the room.

I watch the chick Tyler brought squeeze into the booth, followed by Sasha. Tyler moves in from the other side, making his way next to his date. I scoot in next to Sasha. My sister chooses to sit next to Tyler, and that leaves an empty seat next to me for Charlie.

“One drink and then we’re going to dance,” Cam tells Charlie, signaling for the waitress.

“Deal,” she says, trying but failing to sit next to me without brushing against me.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder, and I can smell the coconut that I imagine comes from her shampoo. In fact, she smells like coconut everywhere, and it’s making my dick hard.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I don’t want to dance,” Sasha whines.

“I didn’t invite you,” my sister says.

“Cam,” I warn.

“What? I didn’t. I was clearly talking to Charlie.” She rolls her eyes, picking up her drink.

I glance to my right, and I have a direct view of all the cleavage Charlie has on display in this godforsaken dress.

I feel a kick under the table, and I look at Tyler with a glare. He’s grinning, and I watch him pull his phone out of his pocket, fingers flying out a message.

Tyler: Better watch it, bro. You’re staring.

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