Selene
My phone beeps as a text comes through, and I frown at the unknown number. I’m a little surprised when I open it to discover it’s one of Zander’s friends.
He literally said hello and that his name was ‘Santos, Zander’s hot friend’.
Fucking wacko.
I finish my morning coffee before replying, not sure why he’s even texting me to begin with. I don’t have to wonder for long after asking him what he wants. He wants to do some business with me.
Well, with my pussy.
I can't tell him no, because it will fuck up my cover, but I don't want to get involved with them. The further away I stay, the better, because the moment Henry Walton is dead and cold, I’m going for his son.
I can't have people seeing me around them too much.
I groan when he sends another text after a while, an address showing up on the screen with a time. He’s having a party apparently, and he wants my pussy to keep his dick company.
Just wonderful.
There’s no way out of this without raising questions, so I thank him for the invite and say I’ll think about it. It could be a good idea to get closer to Zander and his father, so I know I have to go. Luckily, I have a few hours to get ready.
I have a shower and shave everything, before climbing out to blow dry my hair. I decide to straighten it before applying my make-up, giving my eyes a smoky effect to make them pop.
Then I grab the black dress I bought the other day and hesitate before putting it on. I originally bought it to lure Henry a little more, but I want to see Zander’s expression when he sees me in it for some fucked up reason. The guy is taking over all my fucking brain cells, and it’s driving me mental.
I slip on some strappy black heels, showing off my lean calf muscles and long legs, my ass nearly sticking out the bottom of the dress as I turn in front of the mirror to see my handy work. I have to admit, I look good.
I’d fuck me.
Glancing at my phone to check the time, I realize I’m already late, so I call an Uber and find my purse before wandering down to the street for my ride.
I know I’m at the right house when the driver pulls up on the curb and I can hear music thumping from inside as people spill out of the side door, drinking and smoking.
I swing my legs out the door, only to have a shadow fall over me.
My eyes dart up and I find myself staring at an angry dude with a scar down his face, his scowl giving him a mean look. It’s kind of hot in a scary way.
“He seriously invited you?” He asks as if he can’t believe it, my eyes narrowing in defense.
“Santos did, yeah. Why?”
Something crosses his dark eyes before his lip twitches, as if fighting a smile.
“Oh, did he now? Hope you’re ready then, because this is going to be the worst night of your fucking life. I can’t believe that fucker actually invited you, this is hilarious,” he grunts, not seeming like it’s as funny as he says.
He steps aside and lets me out of the Uber, but when I turn to speak to him again, he’s already halfway towards the booming house party. I’m not surprised really, he’s a bit of a dick.
I make my way up to the house, letting myself inside and almost getting bowled over by Zander who looks murderous.
“He seriously fucking invited you?” He demands as if I’m lying, causing me to take a small step back in surprise. I regain my ground and take a step almost against him, my pussy pulsing as his scent hits my nose and my chest brushes against his firm body.
“Where’s Santos? Why do you care?” I ask, his eyes boring into mine with hate.
“He’s in the back room. I told that fucker not to invite you,” he spits, confusion and annoyance washing through me. I want to punch him in the face, but then I'll feel obligated to kiss it better. Not today, motherfucker.
I cross my arms, causing my chest to pop out and draw his attention.
“What’s the big deal? I’m working, so…”