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"I mean, obviously that's not what I was hoping for when the night started, but..." I sigh. "It is what it is. I guess Elisabetta was wrong once again."
"Oh? Why? What did she say?"
"She said she had a feeling that tonight was going to be my night and that he was going to be the one." I roll my eyes. "He's definitely not the one."
"So you're looking for the one, huh?" Kingston says softly, looking me up and down. "You're looking for your mister forever?"
"I don't know about that," I say, shrugging, looking away from him. I don't want to confess everything about my life to this man who is still quite an asshole. Just because he's being nice to me today doesn't mean much.
"Fine," he says, holding up his hands. "You don't have to tell me. But if you are looking for the one, then I suggest you don't set up dates with people like Camden."
"I didn't know he was going to be that much of a douche bag. I didn't know he lied about his photos and I did not know that—" I sigh. "Why does it matter? I just don't have good luck with guys."
"Well, maybe your luck will change."
"Maybe," I say, shrugging. "Anyway. Let's get some drinks and let's get this party started because tonight, all I want to do is get fucked up.”
I’ll start my unofficial photography business on another night.
Chapter Ten
Kingston
Skye is pretending to laugh at something Angelica is saying, but I can tell that she’s uncomfortable. Her date, Camden is an even bigger douche than he’d initially appeared and I feel guilty for convincing her to stay. I’m not even sure why I did. Okay, maybe that’s a lie.
She’d taken my breath away when I’d seen her standing there in her white dress. I’ve never seen her looking quite like that. She’s beautiful no matter what she does with her hair or what she wears, but she’s absolutely stunning tonight. And it’s clearly wasted on Camden.
“So I said to Nick, ‘you can’t hog all the coke, you’re not the only one that wants to get high.’” Camden slams his fist on the table as he chuckles at his overly long story. “So he turns to me and says, in his best Tony Montana voice.” He pauses and looks over at Skye. “He’s from Scarface.”
“I know who Tony Montana is,” she says through gritted teeth.
“He was played by Al Pacino.” Camden presses his fingers to his thumb and moves his hand up and down. “He?—”
“So, Angelica, how was Europe?” I cut Camden off as I talk to my date. “Tell us about your latest trip.”
“I had so much fun in Prague.” She leans forward and plays with her long hair. “I met two men from Denmark and they showed me what it means to be a Viking.” She presses her hand to her lips. “Oops, didn’t mean to make you jealous.” She winks. “Or did I?”
"So then the tall, sporty football player." Angelica pauses and licks her lips. "He tells me to get on all fours." She pauses slightly, as she arches her back. "Sorry. I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I Kingston?” She gives him fuck me eyes and I want to tell her that we can all tell exactly what she’s trying to do, but I keep my mouth shut.
I look at her and don't say anything. I can see that Camden's eyes are glued to her and that he's absolutely loving the conversation. I don't want to be rude and tell Angelica that I couldn't care less how many men she did in Prague. I can tell from Skye's look that she's in shock and not sure what to think of the situation.
"Oh my gosh. Then what happened?" Camden says, almost gawking. "Did you have a threesome?"
"Well, women don't tell their secrets," she says, playing with her blonde hair and winking at him.
"Holy shit, Batman," he says. "I'd love to have a threesome. I mean, especially with someone as gorgeous as you."
Angelica giggles slightly. "Well, I'm sure your friend here would be more than willing." She looks over at Skye. "I do believe the homely women are much more likely to?—"
"She's not homely," I interrupt Angelica, and she frowns at me.
"Excuse me?"
"She's not homely." I look over at Skye. "She's a beautiful woman."
"If you like the sort that looks like they came in on the last train." She looks Skye up and down in disdain. "Where did you get your dress?"
"Does it matter?" Skye asks.
