Her brow shot up. “Silver fox, yum.”
My chuckle was soft, imagining Saint with streaks of gray between those glorious dark locks.
“He’ll never know what he lost because he never knew what he had, boo.” Cian rested her chin on my shoulder and our eyes met, mine filled with regret and hers brimming with affection. “Look at you.” She air-kissed me.
“Stand out, darling, else you’ll be like any other bitch trying to show a man she’s worth it. If all else fails, start by showing him just how fuckable you are then move on to the ‘you can see but you can’t touch’ angle.”
“Is that advice for me or you.” Cian frowned.
“Words of wisdom from my aunt.”
“I love this mysterious aunt. When do I get to meet her?” She moved in front of me to touch up her mascara.
“Hopefully, soon. She travels a lot but now I’m back here, I’d probably see more of her.” I moved away to grab a purse from the vanity drawer.
“Ready to do this?” Cian dropped the mascara into her little white purse and looked up.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I followed her out of my bedroom. As parties go, I stank at them, and being my first club scene, I hoped for an incredible night ahead.
Forty minutes later, we arrived at the club. After she’d parked the car and we checked ourselves in the side mirrors, I looked up to find Cian staring at me. I tilted my chin in a silent question.
“Damn, girl, you’re so fine, even I want a piece of you.” She wrinkled her nose, looking gorgeous in an off-shoulder white dress.
“Well, I can say the same for you and the second I decide to swing the other way, you’ll be my first choice.” I kissed her cheek. In my third week of school, I found out Cian was bisexual, and she hated Samantha, because they made out. Cian swore me to secrecy.
Laughing, we walked toward the club entrance.
Chapter 37 - Saint
It doesn’t take muchto turn your life upside down. A blink, a glance, a moment suspended in time. Or even the wrong words. Then it’s all over. And if I’d only had some insight as to how things would pan out, I would’ve probably done this differently.
But, like my father usually says,“trust that fate always has a plan for you.”
Yeah right, I couldn’t help snorting. Yet, following on that advice alone, my previous sentiments could be wrong. Maybe I wouldn’t have done things differently. Perhaps I would’ve let nature take its course. Maybe... “Oh, who the fuck knows.” My grip on the glass of whiskey in my hand tightened.
Standing at the window of my penthouse suite overlooking the Marina Bay district, the view was stunning. Dusk had settled over the city, casting radiant colours of pinks and purples mixed with the grey shadows of the impending dark. A part of me wished I could share this with Levana wrapped in my arms as we watched the sunset together. Unfortunately, after our last conversation, I’d decided to stay away from her. It was best for both of us.
