Page 53 of Very Bad Things


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“Oh please, Weston, I saw the way you looked at her the other day when I walked in on you two. You used to look at me that way.”

That makes me laugh. I stand up, grabbing the envelope she brought for me. “I never looked at you that way, Natalie. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“So what? I’m just tossed aside now that you found a younger, boring woman to entertain you for a minute? It would be a real shame if the school knew about you two.”

I stop in my tracks. If there’s one thing I don’t take kindly to, it’s threats. “You knew what it was between us from the beginning so don’t you dare try and turn this around and play fucking victim. In fact, you sought me out and threw yourself at me when I was grieving. So be a big girl and get the fuck over it. You made your bed, Natalie.”

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“You look beautiful.”I stand up from Daphne’s couch as she walks out into her living room.

“Is it too much?” She spins around in the red silk dress that lays perfectly against the shape of her body.

“Are you kidding me?” I grab her hand and pull her toward me. “It’s going to get you fucked in the car on the way to dinner if that’s what you mean by too much. Otherwise, no, you look breathtaking.” It sits just off her shoulders, her delicate collarbones on display. I run my tongue over one, my hand resting against her neck. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“Good, me too. You’re going to be my dessert.” A knock on the door interrupts me. I look at Daphne who looks just as confused as me. The knock sounds again, only louder.

I walk to the door, looking through the peephole before pulling it open. A short, disheveled man in a green beanie is standing in the doorway.

“Who are you?” he demands, attempting to look past me. “Daphne? Daphne, are you in there?”

“Steve?” She appears behind me but I hold out my arm.

“Who the fuck are you?” I step toward the man.

“Daphne, are you okay? I saw this man enter your apartment earlier. Should I call the cops?”

“No, Steve, it’s okay. I know him.” Daphne calmly answers him, but I don’t like the way this guy is looking at her.

“Why are you watching her apartment?” I ask, stepping toward him.

“Baby.” Daphne grabs my arm and I turn to look at her. This is the first time she’s called me that. This is the first time she’s called me any term of endearment.

“Baby?” Steve repeats, his eyes darting from her to me, then back to her. His face glows red as he balls his hands into fists. He turns around, stomping back to his apartment, muttering something before slamming the door.

“What the hell was that?”

“I told you about him. He asks me over for movies and stuff.”

“That’s the harmless guy? You’re giving him way too big a benefit of the doubt.”

“Come on, don’t let it ruin our night.” She presses her hands to my chest, reaching up to kiss me.

“Oh, before I forget.” I reach into my suit jacket and pull out the envelope. “Cash for your services on the trip. I figure you don’t want to carry it around all night and neither do I.”

She reaches out and takes it slowly. “This feels so wrong. I barely watched Daisy on the trip. Can’t we just call it a favor instead and you keep the money this time?”

“Fine,” I say, slipping it back into my pocket. “But for the record…” I grab a handful of her ass. “I would pay a hundred times what’s in this envelope for the way you sucked my cock on that trip.” I reach around her to close her apartment door, double-checking it’s locked when movement catches my peripheral vision. I glance over to her neighbor’s door that quickly shuts.

Was he watching us?

We head downstairs to my waiting car and go to dinner, but I have no intention of letting things with Steve go. I can read people and that guy isn’t harmless.

“Wow, I had no idea this place was here.” We step down off the street through a hidden door and into a jazz club. The lights are dim, the ambience romantic as the sultry voice of a woman on stage fills the room.

“Evening, Mr. Vaughn,” the owner greets me, taking us to a quiet circular booth in the far back of the club. It’s secluded but we can still see the stage in the small room. We place our drink orders with the waiter.

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