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“Me? I don’t want anything.”
“Then what are you doing in here?”
“I just noticed that the whole group wasn’t inside yet.”
“Well, excuse me for keeping you waiting. I had to cancel all of our reservations for tonight.”
I just shrugged. I wasn’t sure what she expected me to say to that.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that right?” she asked.
I was a bit taken aback, but honestly, the forwardness and the boldness of her statement was a bit tantalizing. I had a thing for women who weren’t afraid to speak their minds. I smirked again, knowing that it would set her off, and it did.
She slammed her phone down onto the seat next to her and glared at me. She crossed her arms, which pushed her breasts up just enough that I could see their gentle curve above her shirt. It was too late before I realized I was staring at them.
“You are such a pig,” Grace said under her breath as she slid to get out of the back of the limo. I moved out of the way of the door, but still had a hard time taking my eyes off of her. She tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she got out, and the undeniable scent of coconut hit me like a brick wall.
If she was trying to insult me with her actions, all it was doing was making me want her. And if there’s one thing that everyone knows about me, it’s that I always get what I want. She may not have realized it yet, but she was going to want me, too.
My bandmatesand I put on a two hour long show for Ella and her friends, as well as a handful of VIPs I owed a personal concert to. As much as I tried, I couldn’t take my eyes off Grace the entire night. She and the group of girls were up against the stage, and I don’t think Grace even looked up at me once.
It was clear she was trying to remain pissed at me, while also supporting Ella on her bachelorette weekend. I had to commend her for her commitment to both things. It wasn’t easy to be pissed at the dude putting on the private concert for your best friend. Somehow, however, Grace was doing it.
As I watched her dance with the girls, all I could do was imagine what it would be like to see her do all of those motions without any clothes on. She swung her hips, she moved her ass in circles, she jumped up and down, she licked her lips after each sip of her cocktail. I had to force myself to look away from her more than once. No one wanted to see a bulge growing in my pants, least of all Grace.
I noticed she had far fewer cocktails than the rest of the girls. It took her at least three times as long to finish one as it did everyone else. I guess she needed to keep her wits about her so she could continue to hate me at the afterparty.
“Dylan,that was so much fun! Thank you so much!” Ella shouted as she raced across the club to me.
I had my security detail standing guard outside of my favorite club in Miami, so only a select few people could get in. When you’re a billionaire rockstar, you have to take precautions.
I hugged Ella and immediately smelled the alcohol on her breath. It was intense and powerful, and I could barely stand to be next to her.
“How many drinks have you had tonight, sis?”
“I don’t know… like, one or two.”
I cocked my head at her.
“Okay, um, maybe a few more than that.”
“You probably shouldn’t have anything else to drink.”
“Don’t be lame! It’s my bachelorette party!”
All of the girls surrounding Ella, who were equally as plastered as her, cheered and shouted at her response, and in an instant, they were gone. They took over the dance floor immediately, and I wondered how long it would be until one of them ended up on the floor.
I headed over to the bar to order a drink when I saw Grace sitting on a stool in the corner. I glanced at her, but I was sure she didn’t see me.
I ordered my Coke and went and sat down next to her. She looked up at me and immediately stood from her seat.
“So, you really are still pissed at me?” I asked.
“I’m not pissed. You’re just a prick and I don’t want to be anywhere near you.”
“You’ll come around eventually.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
