Lucky me.
He, Scout, and Law may have interrupted my night with Datson, but he let Scout do all the talking. Until now. He’s planning something. My palms begin to sweat. I quickly look around for the other guys, but they’re not present.
“Fuck off, Dax,” she spits.
My brows lift. She said it with so much hate, yet she believes he’s innocent. Why does she hate him so much? Maybe she made a pass at him, and he turned her down.
“I’d fuck anything but you,” he replies smoothly, confirming my thoughts.
She lets out a growl, shoves her tray across the table, then stands and stomps out while the other kids laugh at her.
He’s such a dick. He used to be charming and sweet and made everyone laugh.
Thanks to this unlucky day, he plops down at our table across from me. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He runs his tongue along his upper lip, the ball of his piercing peeking out from underneath it.
“Why do you call her ‘ah Satan’?” Lacey asks, genuinely curious.
He smirks. “’Cause that’s Natasha spelled backward. It fits her perfectly.”
“Oh.” She frowns.
“What do you want?” I ask, getting to the point. The cafeteria is packed, and everyone has their eyes on us. No one says a word because they’re too busy watching our exchange.
He pushes his shades up to reveal his eyes. They’re the lightest brown I’ve ever seen with specks of green in them. Absolutely stunning. It’s a shame he’s such a dick as well as a rapist and a murderer.
“We have a home game this weekend. This is me extending an invitation.”
Lacey stiffens, and I just stare at him.
“I’m serious,” he adds.
I lean forward, lowering my voice. “No, you’re not.” I used to actually love football. Now I fucking hate the sport. Just because you can throw, catch a ball, and tackle someone should not give you a pass not to be a decent human being.
“Come on, Henley.” He leans back, and I stiffen, knowing he’s about to allow the entire room to hear what he has to say. “It’ll be like old times. You can wear those fishnet tights for me again.” He winks, and my stomach drops when the students snicker. “I know you remember that night.” His eyes drop to my chest. “I know I haven’t forgotten it.”
Blood rushes in my ears, and my cheeks heat at the memory.
Junior year
I look at myself in the mirror and smile. A soft laugh bubbles up as I run my hands over my massive cleavage. Who knew you could get these puppies this high? My chin practically sits on them.
Turning around, I pick up the heels off the end of my bed and slip my feet into them. Then I bend over and buckle the leather strap around each ankle. I turn back to the mirror and line my lips with Roussy by Chanel.
I pick up my phone, debit card, and license ’cause that’s all I have room to carry.
As I walk down the stairs, my heels sink into the plush white carpet. I can hear the boys’ voices travel from my father’s den that leads to his library. Somehow, I trip over the last stair but manage to catch myself with the banister. As pretty as these heels are, I hate wearing them.
Taking in a deep breath, I strut down the long hallway and right into the open den. Monroe sits on the couch with his right hand lifted as he changes the channel on the TV. His signature Gucci shades sit on top of his head in his dark spiked hair. He’s dressed in a shredded pair of jeans and a black Armani T-shirt with his Rolex watch. And of course, he has his diamond studs in his ears. He flaunts his expensive taste every chance he gets.
He spots me first. The pen he was chewing on falls out of his mouth, and the remote bounces onto the floor. His brown eyes widen for the briefest second before he licks his lips.
Law sits next to him, looking down while texting on his phone. He has that I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. He does what he wants, whenever he wants. He’s never seemed interested in anything other than football and girls. Multiple ones. He always has one lined up. “Hey, Noelle just messaged me. We going to that party tonight?” he asks, typing away.
“No.” I hear Scout answer, but I don’t see him. He must be bent down behind the bar at the back of the room, getting something out of the liquor cabinet. They come over here and go through my father’s shit all the time.
We’ve been doing it for about a year now. The first time I ever got drunk with them, we were thirteen, and my father was away on business. All five of us shared a bottle of gin and were sick for days. Thankfully, we can handle more now. And it doesn’t hurt that the guys are twice the size they were then. All they do is work out, play ball, and party. I don’t play any sports. They’ve never been my thing.
“Oh, we’re going,” Dax mumbles and slaps Law on the chest.
“What the fuck, man?” he snaps, looking up, and he sees me. His blue eyes start at my heels, run up my fishnet tights and the black spandex booty shorts before he gets to my black lace-up corset. When his eyes make it to my tits, he swallows hard. “Yeah.” He nods to himself. “We’re going.” Licking his lips, he drops his eyes to my thighs again. It’s easy to see how he keeps the girls lined up. He could treat them like shit, and they would continue to crawl back.
“No, we’re not.” I hear Scout growl right before he pops up from where I knew he was behind the bar.
I’ve had the biggest crush on Ryan Scout for as long as I can remember. His dark green eyes, dark hair, and tan skin make him mouthwateringly gorgeous. And his smile. Fuck, he could melt a woman’s panties off. Every girl wants him, but he doesn’t fuck around. Not that I know of anyway. I’d be crushed if I found out he was with someone other than me.
He spots me, and his green eyes narrow. A muscle jumps in his sharp jaw. “What the fuck are you wearing, Henley?” he demands.
I place my hands on my hips. “Don’t like?” I bite my bottom lip, pushing my hip out.
Law tries covering a laugh with a cough.
Dax shuffles in his seat and nods his head. His eyes on my legs. “I like.”
Scout storms around the bar and points at the hallway. “Get your ass upstairs and take that shit off.”
Jealous much? “Hmm … nah.”
“Henley,” he growls.
Maybe it’s the fact that I find him more attractive when he’s angry, or maybe it’s my father’s bottle of Patrón I sipped on while getting ready, but I find myself walking over to the couch.
Dax sits up straighter, and I fall onto his lap, straddling him.
“Let’s play,” Law suggests, rubbing his hands together.
“I wanna go to the party.” I pout at Dax. Grabbing his hands, I place them on my waist. He stiffens, but he’s not gonna shove me off. No, he allows his dick to control him too much, and right now, I feel how hard that fucker is inside his jeans. I lean forward, smashing my tits to his chest, and whisper, “I need a ride.” Then I pull his earlobe into my mouth, sucking on the diamond stud. His hands squeeze my waist before moving to my hips.
“Damn.” I hear Rellik’s voice as he finally enters the room. “Who forgot to inform me we were having a party? Hope I have enough condoms,” he jokes as the leather creaks from him plopping down in the recliner.