Page 17 of Twisted Fate

He gave me a small smile, kissing my ankle softly.

“Thanks, baby.”

“What for?”

“Everything,” he replied quietly, something seeming off with him.

I took note to pull him aside and talk when we had some time alone next.

The party was pumping by the time Slash showed up, fashionably late as usual, and he instantly motioned for me to follow him upstairs.

I slipped through the massive crowd and found him waiting at the top for me, a smirk planted firmly on his face.

“Sorry I’m late. Had trouble getting away.”

“From?” I faked interest, his eyebrows waggling in response.

“The fantastic pussy I was fucking buried in. Don’t say I don’t do shit for you, Killer. You’re welcome,” he chuckled, tossing a small bag of powder to me.

A teasing grin tugged on my lips.

“Well, thanks for that massive sacrifice. You know, you’re going to get us both in trouble if you don’t start telling Skeet when you’re dropping in at school to hang out. You know what he’s like with me.”

“Told him about today, eh?”

“Well, I didn’t think it was a problem. You said you were going to talk to him about tonight,” I replied dryly as I led him into the bathroom to line up the powder.

He leaned against the wall and shrugged his broad shoulders, not caring that he’d annoyed anyone.

“You’re a big girl, Donovan. You don’t need his permission to talk to me. He’s just worried I’ll steal you from him.”

“No offense, but you aren’t my type,” I smiled sweetly, and he faked a broken heart as he pressed his hand against his chest.

“Ouch, babe. What’s wrong with you? I’m everyone’s type.”

I ignored his comment and did a line, handing him the rolled-up bill so he could do the same.

Getting high together was the one time I didn’t mind being around him.

I stood back and wiped the powder off my nose, leaning against the sink with my arms crossed.

“You could’ve brought your plaything with you tonight, you know?”

“She was just a fuck, Donovan,” he smirked, a frown tugging at my lips.

“So? She could have been just a fuck later, too?”

“I know better than to bring some outsider bitch to the Queen’s castle, trust me on that. You chicks don’t like skanky sluts sniffing around,” he replied after snorting another line.

“As long as she stayed with you, it wouldn’t have mattered,” I continued as he turned to face me.

“She wouldn’t have. She’d be all over your guys in seconds, especially Skeet, and then we’d have to dispose of another fucking body,” he levelled, my lip twitching into a smirk.

“I was just starting to have fun with that idea.”

“I’m starting to think you’re beyond crazy, babe.”

“Good,” I laughed, snorting another line.