Page 30 of Pay for Your Lies

“Bye, Silver.”

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Infuriatingly but unsurprisingly, Rhys is right.

I do end up going to the party at his house.

I’m wearing a flowy graphic black & white crop top with a visible black Calvin Klein bra peeking out underneath, a pair of high waisted baggy boyfriend jeans, and white air force ones.

As much as I love to dress up sometimes, I love streetwear. You can put together a look that’s the perfect combination of comfy, trendy, and sexy.

Plus, I know Rhys will have expected me to show up in something short and tight so the idea of disappointing him makes this outfit a double win.

I’m dancing in the middle of one of the home’s several living rooms, now turned into a makeshift dance floor. My body is sore, but there’s something about dancing to good music that has my muscles relaxing as I just give in.

I was dancing with Bellamy, but she’s distracted. Rogue’s decided to play a game of hot and cold tonight and she looks miserable, even as she tries to grin and bear it. I try to pull her back next to me, but it’s a lost cause.

Instead, I twirl to the beat of the music and when I come back to where we were standing, she’s gone. I turn, looking around the room to see if she’s still here but stop when my gaze clashes with Rhys’.

He’s leaning against the wall, head tilted back slightly as his gaze pierces me. It stops me in my tracks as I return his stare.

His eyes beckon to me.

Through a crowded room, over the music and all the noise of the people around us, his eyes tell me to come here.

My legs obey.

I push through the mass towards him. We’re… friends now. We can talk and be nice at parties.

I’m a couple of steps away from him when a guy comes barrelling into the room from my left, almost colliding into me.

With lightning fast reflexes and yet barely any effort at all, Rhys grabs him by the collar and shoves him back, avoiding a collision. He seems so aware of his surroundings at all times.

And just like that, I’m standing before him. He’s wearing a dark blue, flowy, short sleeved button down that matches the color of his eyes and a pair of baggy black pants.

Several rings shine on both his hands as he brings his thumb up to trace the corner of his lips.

He looks illegally attractive and so fucking smug.

“You came.”

I don’t know if he means to the party or right now, to him. Either way, he needs to be disabused of the notion that I came for him.

“Bellamy needed me.”

“Lie.” He chirps casually.

I roll my eyes at him.

“Were you watching me dance?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you join?” I ask him, trying to make casual conversation.

“Why didn’t I join you?”

“No, why didn’t you join in general? You don’t like dancing?”

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