Felt.
I take a deep drag of my cigarette and release a cloud against the window, briefly closing my eyes, chasing the fucking burn in my chest, one not even the rush of nicotine can extinguish.
No, so actually, I have aplanthis time. Very out of character, I know. But really, my brain is running in overdrive; I could give Cy a run for his money.
Just kidding, but seriously, I have an amazing plan that will definitely work.
Ithasto.
I’ve lost so much since I met that calamity Vaughn, while he’s just thriving, looking so put togetherandflaunting a stunning girl on his arm.
But the thing is, I believe in karma. So he has to feel the pain I did and still do.
He owes me his life, and I’ll slurp it the fuck out and pull him down into the mud I’ve been floundering in since he abandoned me and left me to die in that cave.
A beep echoes in the room.
A small smile grazes my lips, but I don’t face the door.
I know exactly who it is without having to turn around.
It’s my guards, who’ve opened the door, and I can hear the cautious steps before it shuts again with a soft click.
Instantly, the delicate smell of floral perfume permeates the air, clashing with the stench of nicotine.
It does nothing for me.
I mean, it does, usually. I like worshiping girls’ bodies whenever possible, but I wouldn’t say I’m particularly dying to fuck this one.
I know, me not being excited about sex? Kind of blasphemous, considering the highlight of my day is dicking someone to the mattress so hard, they see angels.
Or demons.
But, remember, I have a plan this time.
“Hey…” Her soft voice fills the space, sounding a bit on edge.
Hmm. Can’t have her changing her mind after I finally lured her here.
With a smile, I face the girl Vaughn had on his arm tonight. She’s even wearing the same golden strapless dress, her makeup touched up from earlier, her hair redone in a ponytail, two strands framing her face like a curtain.
Danika is Vaughn’s long-term girlfriend—the girl he liked and wanted to save his virginity for.
The girl I saw him kissing the day I lost everything.
It’s only poetic justice that she serves as the catalyst to the decimation of his life, no?
I’m nothing but the most vengeful bastard around.
“Wow, you look gorgeous,” I say, lowering my voice to a flirtatious tone as I kill the cigarette in the ashtray and walk toward her.
She blushes, fidgeting with her glittery black purse that she’s holding with both hands. “Thanks, you…look amazing yourself.”
No need to state the obvious now.
When I stand in front of her, my smile falters but doesn’t disappear. On the corner of her lip, she missed a smudge of red lipstick that’s been covered by powder but isn’t entirely invisible.
“So…leaving your number under my napkin at the restaurant as you were whispering to Vaughn was actually audacious, you know. I thought you’d lost your mind.”
