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Once I finished my tantrum into the poor pillow, which didn’t deserve my anger, I felt better. A heavy weight lifted off me, and I wasn’t foggy anymore with my decision. I placed the tin jar of putty back inside the pillowcase and put it neatly back on the bed. The jar tucked away, hidden out of sight when I should takethe stupid thing and toss it in the trash. But the dumb gesture made me think of Sin.
I couldn’t get rid of the present when, deep down, I missed them.
I was screwed up, and I’d hold on to the freaking gift. For now. But I wasn’t opening the fucking thing.
I was more clearheaded, but my mind was still a jumbled mess. My phantoms weren’t the only problem I had, and my upcoming wedding weighed heavily on my mind. The big day was only weeks away, and the stress of all the appointments, phone calls, and viewings was too much to take. Flower arrangements, centerpieces, music, cake tasting, and the final touches to my wedding dress flowed through my overactive brain.
I needed a break.
Some fun was in order, and I wanted to get shit-faced—plastered out of my mind and forget all the troubles scurrying away inside of me, from my confused head down to my fucked-up heart.
I slipped on a sexy black dress with a low halter neckline that clung to my shoulders. The skimpy outfit hugged all my curves and had small cutouts in the fabric down the sleeves, across my cleavage, and down the sides of my body. I added a simple gold chain and light effortless makeup with black high heels. I hadeverything set to hit the club, and I knew straight away where I was going.
Sinful Saints nightclub.
I was an idiot. I could have picked any other club in the city, and I chose theirs. The ghosts who haunted me everywhere I went, and they were bound to know I had walked straight into their evil den. But Sin and Saint made me do crazy things. They made me have irrational thoughts, partaking in sinful behavior and I was scatterbrained.
A shit show.
I ordered a vodka shot from the nearest bartender, and the music flowed through my veins. My blood pumped with the beat as I swayed and threw back two more shots. I was a social drunk and didn’t get out much, so the world quickly tilted sideways. Everything stretched out and back in, but the dance floor looked fun.
Along with my bright idea of coming here and getting plastered, but I saw an attractive man within the crowd of dancing people. He was in the thick of the vibrant streams of red, blue, and yellow strobe lights. The guy had a handsome face and ajacked physique. He was just my type with not a single woman hanging off his arm, and I gathered he must be single. Pure eye candy I could indulge in, but I wanted to take things further because I needed the demons out of my head.
Suddenly, his gorgeous hazel eyes turned my way, and I realized I must’ve eye fucked him.Oopsie-daisy.I had caught the attention of a drool-worthy man.What should I do?Fuck it. I’d go over there and flirt with him!
Slowly, I strutted through the crowd, and it was like a laser beam attraction zinged between us. I bit the straw of my drink I had ordered last minute and took a few sips. I prayed my tiny nibbles against the plastic were sexy, and my heart beat wildly against my chest. The crowd opened up as if people knew we had connected and were destined to be, but only one problem nagged at me. Well, two, to be exact. My phantoms.
Oh, screw them!
“It’s not polite to stare,” he said over the music and took a sip of his beer.
“Oh, it’s not, is it? Then why are you staring?” I asked sweetly and played with my straw.
He chuckled, and the sound was intoxicating. “Because your beautiful eyes were looking at me, and I couldn’t turn away.”
I grinned. “Why, thank you.”
“Come dance with me,” he commanded, and he left little room for argument as he took my drink from me.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, and I grabbed at my vodka on the rocks, but it was out of my reach. “I was drinking that!”
“I’ll buy you another one,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling me, “After you come dance with me.”
I stared up at him and he peered down at me. The temperature turned up a notch and heat rose to my cheeks. Bodies bumped and ground around us as sweat coated my forehead.Fuck, it was hot in here!The booze or this extremely fine man had got to me, which one, I couldn’t be sure. Until my cell phone chimed, and I looked down at the brightly lit screen, I knew the answer.
Unknown:
Stop flirting, Liv, or else.
I huffed as I took the stranger’s hand, and we strolled into the crowd. His breath was hot on my neck as I typed, and I knew I had to get my two obsessed shadows off my mind.
Me:
Or else what?
Unknown:
We’ll slice his eyes out.
