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To stop a war and claim my throne? To figure out my father’s cryptic message? So I can find hellhounds that are loyal to me?
“To get new clients for your stripping. To sleep with as many guys as you can, and to break up Ledger and Khazon.”
I roll my eyes. “Is it only me you’re calling a whore? Do you feel threatened that I am comfortable with my sexuality and my body? Stripping sucked. I met a million people like you, but I was in control. You can call me a slut until you are blue in the face, but you will never make me feel bad for doing what I want with my body.”
She glances around at the small crowd that surrounded us. “All you think about is who to fuck next. The hounds said you’re always hor—”
“Fucking is fun. Sorry if Khazon brings you no pleasure,” I say with a snort.
Her face turns a blazing red, and I see her demon surfacing.
Khazon appears behind her. “Is there a problem here?”
I tilt my head, looking up at him. “Nope.” I twist around, locking eyes with Ledger who towers over me.
How come when guys are hypersexual, they aren’t called sluts or whores? Men applaud them for fucking as many women as they can. I think about having sex with a few different guys, and suddenly, I’m the whore. Those words alone—slut or whore—are degrading, and the next person who mutters it will face my demon.
Moving away from them, I grab some juice that the party hosts have made with fruit and alcohol. Amos does the same, catching up with someone else. I lean against the counter, looking out into the living room. The house looks massive and belongs to someone rich, but with all the people in the house, it makes it feel smaller. The living room has been turned into a dance floor with a speaker playing on the floor loudly. I feel eyes burning into me, making me glance around.
Ledger’s hard red eyes are on me still, but he has moved away from where we were.
Finally, I take in his features, letting my dark eyes roam his body and study his dark hair falling against his forehead. Red horns are on his head, and he’s wearing a red T-shirt and jeans with combat boots. His costume is so subtle, yet he makes it look so sexy. I reach up and touch the halo.
He smirks behind his beer glass. I can tell by the way his eyes sparkle and the creases under his eyes move. Fuck… I want to see his smile and hear his voice tell me a stupid joke.
Khazon bumps into him. His lips move and the smile from Ledger disappears.
I roll my eyes.
“You think he told Ledger to stay away?” Amos questions, turning her attention back to me.
“For sure. Khazon seems extremely jealous and I’m unsure why.”
“He definitely wants you.”
I gag, wishing Ledger would just watch me again. Look at me, wanting attention from a man. “I’m going to dance. Ledger will have to look at this ass shaking.”
Amos chokes on her drink. “Asura! You naughty angel.”
I grab her hand, swaying my hips, as I pull her to the dance floor, rounding the sea of people. I’m a flirt when it comes to dancing, and it was worse in the club. I know how to roll my hips to draw attention to me. I know how to move my body to give all the men boners. But I don’t care about everyone else. I care about drawing Ledger’s attention. I want his attention.
Amos dances with me. She moves just as seductively as I do, but her eyes dart to Ledger every few minutes.
Suddenly, I don’t care about anyone else as the alcohol I chugged tingles under my skin. I missed this. I miss dancing and I miss losing myself in the music. My hand comes up my chest and runs up my throat. I close my eyes, losing myself in the music. I dance like I would in a normal dancing club like when I used to go with my human friends. They always said that I would draw all the attention to myself. I didn’t pay any mind half of the time, having too much fun to stop dancing.
Dancing has become a stress reliever. Earth had a lot of stressors between money and work. I wasn’t always good at saving. I used to drink a lot and try all different types of Earth drugs. None of them were ever as strong as the drugs in the Shadow World, but they always did the trick. On top of that, I was homesick and never thought I’d ever be able to come back.
Amos touches my hand, drawing me back to the reality. “Damn girl, I’m drooling.”
I throw my head back, giggling.
“He’s watching,” she mutters.
I do a spin, pushing my hips out a bit to add it to my dancing. Ledger’s eyes are hard on me, making me smirk. Then I see Khazon’s dark eyes on me with his jaw tight.
“I feel like throwing one-dollar bills at you,” she teases as I turn my attention back to her.
“Men are so easy to get attention from. Shake your ass and they drool.”
