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Me:FYI I think Rogue texted Phoenix and told him you were here.
Six:Why?
Me:That guy was existing a little too close to you apparently.
Six:Lol Phoenix acts like I don’t exist most of the time. Why would he care?
Me:Maybe he won’t. But something tells me he will.
Six:I doubt it.
Me:You know what to do when he gets here?
Six:He won’t come. But no, what?
Me:Give him a show.
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Twentyminutes later, Thayer struts into the VIP section with Rhys in tow.
“Hello, gorgeous.” Rhys says, bending down to give me a hug.
Rogue intercepts him, shoving him back before he can. “Piss off.”
Rhys throws his hands up innocently as he takes a step back, giving me a playful wink in the process. He loves goading him.
“Hey Rogue,” Thayer says. “See my IG story and come running did you?”
He shoots her a glare, his arm tightening around my waist. I stroke his forearm back and forth absentmindedly, the gesture soothing.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
“Dancing and getting a drink.” She answers, handing me one of the cups in her hand.
“Thanks.” I say, taking it. “With Rhys?” I ask her dubiously.
“I ran into him at the bar.”
“Don’t you know we’re friends now, Bellamy?” Rhys says, dropping his arm around Thayer’s shoulders. She tenses at the contact, an almost imperceptible shudder running through her as he pulls her against him.
She ducks out of his hold. “Don’t get ahead of yourself now.”
“She loves me. It’s only a matter of time until she realizes it.” He says, giving me a cocksure smile.
“Keep dreaming.” Thayer says, patting his shoulder.
“You know I will.”
“You’re sick.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
I watch their flirty banter, my eyes pinging back and forth between them. The chemistry crackles in the air as they go toe to toe with each other.
“Come dance, Thayer.” I say, standing and grabbing her hand. “We’ll be back in a bit.” I throw over my shoulder at Rogue.
Before I can take another step, a hand curls around my left thigh. Fingers dig into my skin, keeping me in place. I turn back towards Rogue, lifting a questioning brow at him. He rubs up and down my thigh, going a little higher with each stroke.
