Wicked Wedding- Part One Page 4

  I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t surprised at all.

  “I’m going to go get you another drink,” Matthew said, patting my lower back before he left.

  “Who was that?” Stacey asked, her eyes glued to him.

  “Have at him,” I muttered.

  “What’s the matter?”

  I shook my head, appalled by my actions, but even more horrified I wanted a repeat. “Josh Titlist is the bartender outside.”

  Stacey’s eyes widened in shock. “What? You mean the fine piece of ass that is God’s gift to women? I didn’t even know there was a bar outside.”

  I scowled. “You mean, he thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

  She grinned, her eyebrows wiggling. “I’ve heard many rumors.”

  I bit my tongue, stopping myself from telling her they weren’t rumors.

  Then her eyes brightened. “Ask him to go to Cabo with you!”

  My jaw dropped, thinking she was crazy. “That’s just outrageous. He would never…”

  “Oh, please. A free trip to paradise? Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about what that man could do to a woman.”

  “You’re nuts. There’s no way.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Only one way to find out.” Turning on her heel, she began marching in the direction of the back deck. I grabbed her arm before she could go any further.

  “Don’t even think about it,” I warned.

  She smirked. “What better way than to get back at Malcolm? You know he’d go ballistic if his biggest nemesis was on an island with his property.”

  I frowned. “I’m not his property anymore.”

  “He fucked you over, Chloe. What better way to make him feel like shit than let him know you’re having amazing sex with the hottest guy on campus. You can post photos of the two of you on social media.”

  “Yeah, because I want to look like a slut,” I joked.

  “Then text them to me, and I’ll send them to him.”

  I shook my head. “You’re insane. I’m just going to go home.”

  She pointed her finger at me. “For the love of God, Chloe. Turn this shitty situation around. Go grab that man candy and get it on! You know he wants you.”

  Only if she knew…

  “I think his feelings have changed.”

  She turned, holding her hand toward the back door. “Go, or else I will. I’ll even keep that fine piece of ass that was hitting on you out of your hair.”

  The thought of Stacey flirting with Josh made me jealous. Yeah, he wasn’t mine, but it didn’t mean I was okay with my best friend giving him a go after I’d so carelessly done the same. I breezed past her, heading for the back door. I wouldn’t invite him to Cabo, but I would call him out on being an asshole. He got what he wanted. There was no reason for him to be a jerk to Matthew.

  The bar was empty outside again, only the handsome man behind the bar hastily shoving glasses and bottles of liquor around. He was clearly agitated, and he had no reason to be. The proof had been slowly seeping out of me the last few hours.

  “I doubt your boss would appreciate how careless you’re being with his supplies.”

  Josh spun around to face me, his eyes scrunching in my direction. “He won’t give a shit. What do you want? Lover boy didn’t get you another drink inside?” He spat.

  I took a seat, ignoring his temper. “Maybe I wanted to be alone.”

  The scowl on his face softened. Flexing his jaw, he let out a deep breath through his nose. “I still don’t know why you’re here.”

  My eyes found his. “My parents.”

  “I’d have told them to kiss my ass,” he grumbled. “You want another Gin and Tonic?”

  I nodded, grabbing a straw from the bin. “Please. What was your problem earlier?”

  He began pouring ice and alcohol into a tall glass. “I thought I got the job done quite well.”

  I flushed, my eyes darting anywhere but at him. “I wasn’t talking about that. I meant with Matthew. Why were you so rude to him?”

  The storm that brew in his eyes matched his irritation from earlier. “Because he’s a douchebag.”

  I huffed. “I doubt that.”

  He slid the drink to me. “He wanted to fuck you.”

  Raising a brow in his direction, I grabbed the drink and took a sip. “You’re one to talk.”

  His jaw clenched. “That was different.”

  An annoyed laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. “How?”

  His hands settled on the bar top, his torso leaning forward so I could smell his intoxicating cologne.

  Fuck him for smelling so good.

  “We have history together,” he harshly whispered. “We’ve known each other for six years. You what, just met him a few hours ago?”

  I squinted and waved my hand. “I knew who he was.”

  Josh raised a brow. “You ever rub him off in a hot tub?”

  A frown instantly appeared on my lips. “I told you that was a mistake. Drop it.”

  Standing upright, he crossed his arms and cocked his head. “What about just now? Was that a mistake?”

  I didn’t answer him, and the satisfied smirk that crossed his face by my silence was obnoxious.

  “Screw you,” I muttered, taking a drink.

  He didn’t like my response. With a full blown scowl on his face, he stomped around the bar, spinning me on my stool, startling me with his assertive hands that caged me against the bar. He was surrounding me again, and although I should have crossed my legs and shoved him away, I didn’t. Instead, I opened them slightly, wanting to wrap them around his waist.

  “Been there, done that,” he grunted, his eyes planted on my lips.

  I narrowed my eyes. “You weren’t even that good.”

  He bit the insides of his cheeks, anger fueling inside of him. “Your pussy begged to differ. In fact, I bet it wants another go.”

  My core throbbed at his words. He was right, but I couldn’t do this. Not again. Sagging my shoulders, I was defeated. We could play games all we wanted, it still didn’t change the fact that he would be done with me once morning came and I’d still be without Malcolm.

  My hand settled on his chest, gently pressing him backward so I could stand. I needed space. He moved immediately, confusion settling on his face.

  Before I could look at him, a change in music thumped from inside the venue, and my eyes glanced toward the glass windows. We could see inside now that it was dark outside. My eyes practically bugged out when I saw who was on the other side.

  Standing in jeans and a button up shirt, Malcolm was talking to Stacey. She looked like she was going to bite his head off, throwing her arms in the air while she yelled at him with fury. Her protective instinct toward me tugged at my heart. Yet seeing Malcolm here, where we were supposed to be celebrating our unity, was flipping me upside down. What was I supposed to do?

  “Why…?” I swallowed. The urge to cry, run to him, kick him in the balls or run the opposite way tangled my thoughts.

  “Why?” He repeated, stepping closer to me, his voice biting with annoyance. “Like you’ve had it that good before. I’ve got a lot more to offer-.”

  My hand found his chest, my mind not able to complete a coherent thought with Malcolm so close by. I was angry with him, destroyed by his betrayal and humiliated with his dismissal.

  I wanted him to hurt, to be as mixed up inside as I was.

  “-You know, you’re not even fucking listening to me,” Josh grumbled, his hands finding his hips. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’ve never listened before. Always in your own little world.”

  “What are you doing the next two weeks?” I interrupted his rant, my eyes still fixated on Malcolm. He was searching the room while Stacey bitched at him. Was he looking for me?

  He huffed in bewilderment. “Oh, I don’t know, working? Some of us have to pay off our student loans.”

  Ignoring his snide comments, my brows crinkled as my heart raced, my anxi
ety rising inside of me. I couldn’t face Malcolm, not now. What if he wanted me back? I’d just done the deed with his biggest rival. My eyes smoothed when I noticed my parents approaching Malcolm, my father giving him a big hug.

  Every muscle in my body tightened with anger. My father always used me for his personal gain. He was more worried about Malcolm’s happiness than he was mine. So what if he lost a client because his daughter didn’t marry her son? It’s not like I left him on our wedding day.

  Screw them.

  “Come to Cabo with me.”

  His eyes blinked rapidly. “What?”

  My eyes shot to Josh. His mouth was hanging open in shock.

  I nodded my head, wanting him to hurry the hell up and answer my question so we could get out of here. “Well?” I said impatiently. “Do you want a free trip to paradise or not?”

  He huffed. “Since you asked me so nicely.”

  Taking a deep, calming breath, I stepped to him, my hand finding the hem of his pants. Shoving aside my agitation, I put on my sweetest impression. “Come with me, please.” With hooded eyes, I added, “You won’t regret it.”

  I watched his throat as he swallowed, the anticipation of waiting for his answer battled with the fear of Malcolm turning around and seeing me through the glass.

  “You’re crazy,” he laughed, his brows furrowing with confusion. His chest puffed out as his hand touched my cheek. The chemistry was brewing between us like it always did, sparks passing between our heated bodies. The need and desire burned in his eyes, and I wanted him to say yes, more than just to get back at Malcolm.

  “Yes, I am.” I agreed. His cock stirred in his pants, twitching against my fingers. I grinned deviously at him. “Be crazy with me.”

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