The girls want Nico and I to live happily ever after.
I hold an imaginary cup to my lips as I stare at Fitz. He nods and walks toward the kitchen.
“Must be nice to have a personal security detail,” Pera states.
“It’s good and bad,” I say. “But I’ve learned to embrace my bodyguards. They’re like family.”
“Vi and I will get our drinks,” Laneesha says.
Nila grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor.
Dancing keeps my mind off the woman who wants to sit on Nico’s face. For now, anyway.
Twenty minutes and two drinks later, I notice the woman has disappeared. She’s heading to Nico’s party, I’m sure.
“Ladies, are you ready to go to the next party?” I ask.
“Yes,” they shout thrusting their red cups in the air.
The girls and I are surrounded by my bodyguards as we step into the mansion. The vibe is totally different from the last party. It’s elegant, yet still carries that unmistakable college party energy. To my left, a massive ballroom stretches out. The DJ calls out tothe Penn State cheer team, and just thinking about seeing their faces tonight makes me smile. They have no clue I sent mice to their dorms because they fucked Nico.
As we weave deeper into the crowd, guys flock to my friends, but not a single one tries to flirt with me. Why’s that? I wouldn’t be shocked if Nico put out the word that I’m off-limits.
“Girls, I’ll be right back,” I call over my shoulder.
“We’ll be here,” Nila replies, locking eyes with a guy I recognize from the football games. He’s one of Nico’s teammates.
I sense eyes tracking me as I head toward the kitchen. Scrolling through pictures on my phone of the women Nico talked to tonight, I see plenty to mess with. A quiet laugh escapes me.
The rich aroma of pasta drifts through the air. Vodka first, then food.
“If you’re searching for Nico, he headed upstairs with Fefe.” Her words make me freeze.
I lock eyes with her.
This girl’s got it bad for Nico. She practically climbed him like a goddamn tree.
Play nice, Serenity. Honey attracts more flies than vinegar.
“She’s a rotten bitch,” the woman adds, a wide grin spreading across her face.
“Is that so?” I reply with a smile, digging into my Birkin.
“Yes.”
“How did you know I was here for Nico?” I ask.
“He said a woman with bodyguards would show up. Told me you’re his ex.”
I chuckle, my fingers tightening on the Glock tucked inside my purse. Her eyes go wide at the sight of it.
“I’m not that desperate for Nico,” she splutters.
I laugh again. “This isn’t meant for you. I’m Serenity.” I pull my hand from the purse and offer it.
She shakes it. “Sherese.”
“Thanks for the tip.” I wink and pivot on my heel.
