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I search every inch of the Chapel but come up empty-handed. Well, not actually empty-handed. I get more than a few drinks shoved in my direction, and every single one I throw back without thought.
I catch sight of Vaughn lingering around, selling his gear to anyone who’s interested.
He nods at me. As he fucking should. He’s making a mint because of me tonight. Most dealers would give their left testicle to get this opportunity.
“Here’s the birthday boy,” an irritatingly high-pitched voice screeches.
Keeley.
Even wasted she’s fucking annoying.
Hands land on my arm, spinning me around. I want to fight it, but I’m too fucking drunk to take control.
“Happy birthday,” she sings, sliding her hands up my chest.
My skin prickles, my body instinctively knowing her touch is wrong. Her scent is wrong. Everything is fucking wrong.
“What?” I bark, already bored of her.
It’s just a shame she doesn’t have the same opinion of me.
“You look lonely. Told you Raine didn’t have what it took to take care of you.”
“Have you seen her?”
“Yeah, Theo,” she says, the warmth of her palm burning against the side of my face when she cups my jaw and turns my attention back to her.
She’s dressed to the nines. Her outfit is beyond slutty. Her tits are practically touching her chin and if she were to bend over, everyone in the room would get to find out if she’s wearing knickers—which I suspect she isn’t. But none of it interests me. I want my girl with the violet eyes and the smart mouth, my girl who doesn’t put up with my shit. Not this cookie-cutter Heir chaser.
“I saw her leading a guy into the bathroom not so long ago. I hate to tell you this, but they looked pretty cosy.”
Her words hit me like a truck. I blink at her, watching the accomplishment flash in her eyes.“You’re lying.”
She bats her lashes. “I’m not. Why would I?”
“Because you miss my dick.”
“Aw, babe,” she says, tapping my cheek patronisingly. “It’s good. But I’ve had better. And so has your precious Raine Storm if she’s willingly dragging guys into the bathroom at her boyfriend’s birthday party.”
“No, she wouldn’t… You’re wrong.”
“Here,” she says, pulling a bottle of whisky from fuck knows where. “This will help.” Twisting the top off, she thrusts it at me.“Then tomorrow, you can face her and ask her yourself. Just remember to grovel when you turn up at my door heartbroken and desperate.”
Without another word, she spins on her heels and saunters away, her arse swaying, forcing a few sets of eyes to follow her departure.
Not mine though.
I don’t want her.
I want my girl, not a lying whore like Keeley.
If only I could find her…
* * *
I’m dying.
Actually fucking dying.
