Page 40 of Evil Boys


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“Nowhere.” I turn around and gulp down my juice as fast as I can.

“Nowhere is a big place,” he jests. “Sure is an important place to be in the middle of the night.”

“Does it matter?” I retort.

He’s right behind me, and I can literally feel his stare on my back.

“Yes, it’s the middle of the night, and I want to know where you went.”

He’s not going to let this go, is he?

“Don’t you have a party to clean up or something?” I reply, and I take my last big gulp.

“No, we’ve got cleaners for that. You’re avoiding the question,” he says. “So that means you found her.”

I almost choke on my juice, and I lower the glass and cough out loud.

He hovers around me with that broad grin of his. “You did, didn’t you?”

I frown. “How? When?”

He places his hand on the counter right beside me. “At the party. Something about you seemed off. I couldn’t put my finger on it earlier, but now …”

I tilt my brow. “Now what?”

A smirk forms on his face. “Now you’re not denying it. And why else would you be out so late at night?”

I roll my eyes. “A stroll.”

He laughs. Suddenly, he leans in and brings his nose to my mouth, sniffing, and I feel put off.

I lean back and push him away before snapping at him, “Dude …”

“You smell like pussy,” he says, voice dripping with judgment, his eyes twinkling. “I knew it. You found her!”

My face tightens, and my eyes can’t hide the annoyance.

But fuck me, the grin spreading on his face is the trigger.

“How the fuck would you even know how her pussy smelled?”

“So it isher? You’re not denying it, so it’s true.”

I sigh out loud and slam my glass on the counter. I should’ve drunk the whiskey instead.

“Who is she?” he asks. “Where does she live? Did you actually fuck her? Wait, did she wear another ribbon? Is that how you found out?” He fishes it from his pocket and holds it up like a treasure.

My eyes widen. “What the—Where’d you get that?” I snatch it from his hand.

“Underneath your pillow.” He bites his bottom lip, withholding a wicked smile that’s too obvious to hide.

That little shit.

He went snooping through my room while I was away.

He’s too close for comfort, but I don’t know how to fucking react. “So what’s her name?”

My mind races as emotions swirl inside me because this was supposed to be my secret. My fucking treasure.

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