Page 66 of Heartless Beloved

“Xi,” she yells in my face so I can hear her over the music. That and she’s entirely off her face, which doesn’t help with the level of her voice.

I wait for her to ask me what she needs, except nothing comes out. Instead, she puts a hand on my thigh. “Harper is in the backyard,” she attempts to say with a sultry voice. “Do you want to take me upstairs?”

I hear Zara trying to hold back a laugh.

“Do me a favor…” I pause, realizing I’ve fucked this girl behind her friend’s back and yet can’t remember the first letter of her name.

“Tilly,” she smiles brightly.

“Get me a beer,” I huff.

She leaves in a hurry and Zara bursts into a laugh.

“You’re the worst man-whore in all the history of hoeing around. Every time I see you talk to girls, it makes me like you a little less.”

“Shut up,” I growl as I let my head fall back. “I think I’m getting too old for that shit.”

She takes on the voice of a sports commentator, “Xi, our big fuckboy, wants to retire from the game. It’s great news for the rest of the male population, but what are the Stoneview girls gonna do?”

Just as I bring my head up for Zara to see I’m not finding her shit funny, Harper and Alex walk back into the room, the latter holding a platter of drinks as she walks one step behind the former.

My gaze follows Alex, unable to look at anyone but her. Her dirty blonde hair falls delicately to her hips and I follow it to the curve of her ass.

She looks beautiful. She’s wearing her SFU uniform and simple black stilettos that make me want to bury my head between her legs and have her dig the heels into my back while I eat her out.

“Fucking hell, Xi,” Zara says as she follows my gaze. “You’re making your ‘I’ve found a new prey’ face. Don’t tell me you’ve got it bad for that little Bambi thing over there?”

“She looks nothing like Bambi,” I defend myself.

No, Alex is everything I love physically in a woman. The curves, the generous boobs, and the sort of hips I can easily hold on to while I fuck her from behind. She looks tall tonight in her heels, but she’s average height. My favorite thing about her is her expressive hazel eyes. There is absolutely nothing she can hide from me when I look at them. She tries to make her small, soft voice sound tough sometimes when she fights me, but her eyes say it all. They’re the window to her beautiful soul.

“Doormat has never been your kind of girl. You would annihilate her with your personality.”

I drag my eyes off Alex to stare daggers at Zara. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

She smiles smugly, like she just proved her point. “You’ve got a shitty, extra tough-ass personality, and you’re always in a fucking mood.”

Everyone always pisses me off about my attitude. Especially in the last two years. Of course, I’ve been in a constant shit mood; the Kings are reigning over the North Shore. No one’s gonna see a smile on my fucking face until I get my town back.

“You’re a volatile, violent criminal who has domination of the North Shore in mind. That girl,” Zara points at Alex discreetly, “is a fragile butterfly who’s grown up in luxury her entire life and probably never had a single confrontation for as long as she’s been alive. She’s clearly a people pleaser who wouldn’t know how to handle a man like you. You’re a dick who will demand everything from her, and when she gives it all, when she listens like a good girl—which you hate, by the way—what are you gonna do?”

I feel my brows furrowing as I look back at Alex. Harper is ordering her on her knees, and she’s doing it without even a second thought, struggling to hold the platter of drinks as she does so.

“Vito wants dirt on her dad. Emma insists on meseducingher and getting close to her.”

“That’s her? Oh thank God. For a second, I thought you really liked the girl.”

My jaw tightens, forcing me to not throw back that I do, in fact, like the girl.

“She’s a fucking kid. She…looks so innocent,” my friend observes.

I huff, running my hand through my hair. She’s not got one fighting bone in her body. I’m supposed to hate girls like that. They’re boring and scared of everything. They do anything you tell them. They’re not fun in bed, and it’s the exact reason I’ve always gone for stubborn, bitchy girls like Harper. The kind who think they rule the world and whom I can prove wrong.

“Yeah,” I agree again. “It should make it easy.”

“She’s the softest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I’m pretty sure my kitten at home is badder than her.”

Worse.That’s what Alex would say right now. She’d correct Zara for saying badder, and we’d make fun of her for doing it.

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