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After dinner on Friday, I thought Daph and I were in a good place. However, I apparently misinterpreted that entirely because she’s done nothing but leave me on Read since. I’ve analyzed every second from our time together that night trying to figure out where I went wrong, and I’m at a total fucking loss.
“It’s for the best, Nick. Let her move on.” This is exactly why I don’t want to discuss it. He’s so quick to lecture me like I don’t want what’s best for her. Let her move on. Does he think I want her to spend her life wrapped up with the likes of me? No. She deserves a hell of a lot more than that. Of course, I want her to move on… just not with him.
“I need a drink.”
I stalk off toward one of the bars, effectively killing the conversation before it gains any traction. By the grace of some higher power, I manage to make it across the space without falling prey to any mindless conversational exchanges and am able to order my whiskey in peace.
Unfortunately, it’s a short-lived victory.
“Well, well, well.” Her long blonde hair swishes into my peripheral, her red talons coming to rest on my forearm as she sidles up beside me. “If it isn’t the king himself. How goes things, your majesty?”
Amber fucking Walsh. Certified gold-digger, Grade-A bitch, girlfriend to Maverick Bishop, and star contributing factor to why my sister ran 3,000 miles away for college.
“Amber.” My hand covers hers as I peel her palm from my suit jacket, discarding it to the side as one would a piece of lint. “Does Bishop know you’re off your leash?”
“Mav doesn’t own me, Nick. I do what I please.”
An event that boasts exclusivity and only caters to the wealthy? No surprise the little attention whore managed to snag an invite. If there’s one thing this bitch lives for, it’s feeling like she’s somebody.
“We both know Maverick doesn’t give a fraction of a fuck when it comes to what or who you do.” The bartender slides the rocks glass across the surface as I toss a hundred into his tip jar. “Let’s be real, sweetheart. When people see you out flaunting your shit, the last thing anyone’s thinking is Bishop’s home waiting on you.”
I turn, sparing her a glance before my gaze shifts out to the crowd before us.
“Heard your sister’s home. Hopefully there’s no hard feelings there.”
“That’s fucking cute you think you matter enough to take up real estate in my sister’s head.” I slowly sip the amber liquid, taking a moment to savor it before delivering my final blow. “I’ll be sure to let her know you’re thinking of her, though. Must be all that time you spend staring up at her portrait while Mav’s dick is in your mouth.”
“Fuck you, Nicky.” She snarls.
I chuckle in response. “I would gladly fuck myself a hundred times over before sticking it in your nasty cunt.”
“Nick.” JP rushes over, his frantic disposition giving rise to a sense of apprehension stirring within me. “Heads up.”
“Hey, JP.” Amber reaches out, dragging a finger down the front of his tie.
JP dismissively swats at her, barely glancing her way. “Keep it moving, twat waffle.”
She flips us off, neither one of us bothering to acknowledge the gesture before she stomps away into the crowd.
“Devoreaux’s here.” The words rush from his mouth, the revelation carrying some heightened sense of urgency.
“What?” My brows pull together, my head swiveling in search of him.
“Lucian. He’s over by the bar closest to the river.”
Shifting my gaze, I quickly locate him right where JP said he’d be. He’s carrying on at the center of a small group, laughing it up as a carbon copy socialite bimbo clings to each arm. That motherfucker, out here making a joke of Daph like all these people don’t know he’s engaged. That shit ends now.
“Wait. Wait!” JP grabs the back of my jacket, pulling me back to him. “That’s not why I came over here. When I saw him, it made me remember something.”
His words spark my interest, momentarily redirecting my attention to whatever he’s about to say.
“You said Daph’s been dodging you, but you haven’t been able to figure out why. The night I had the girl over, your phone rang while she was sucking me off. I thought it was hers at first, then mine. I was pretty fucked up at the time.”
“JP, what are you trying to say?”
“She answered it, Nick. She answered the phone thinking it was hers.”
I feel all the blood drain from my face, the sight evoking a heavy swallow from JP.
