Someone else was going to make love to her divine body, even though“making love” was nothing more than a deceptive phrase that Babygirl liked to use.
Imagining her happy and satisfied with someone else made me want to start smashing in faces, but I knew that letting her go was still the best choice.
Every day, I was more and more convinced of that.
My dependence on Kim wasn’t like drugs or alcohol or any other addiction.
It was not an evil that I had taken on from the outside; it was an evil that was deeply rooted in my own head.
An evil that had invaded me so completely and refused to leave despite the war I constantly waged against it.
It was an evil that lived inside me. An evil thatwasme.
“Look who’s here…” Logan said in a singsong voice that told me he was uncomfortable. I looked to see what had caught his attention and spotted the Wayne sisters, Alyssa and Megan, dancing in the middle of the crowd. The former grinned at a friend and tossed her hair without a care in the world. She didn’t look at all like a girl who’d just been dumped after cheating on her boyfriend. Beside her, Megan danced sensually. I checked her out, unable to stop myself. She had a black shirt tied off high on her abdomen. It left her flat stomach exposed while simultaneously emphasizing her abundant breasts. The leather pants she wore hugged her ass so tightly that I could see the outline of the thong she had on underneath.
I turned my gaze to my brother, worried about how he’d react to seeing his ex.
“And how do you feel about that?” I asked when I caught him staring at Alyssa. It was clear he hadn’t gotten over her. I wished I knew what was going on inside his head.
Feelings were deadly weapons.
And love was the worst of them…a human being’s greatest source of suffering.
After being betrayed similarly by Amber, Logan should have taken it slow and been even more cautious with women.
“I don’t feel like I’d ever get back together with her. But I would give it to her good one last time. Just to really show her how pissed I am,” he said tautly.
“You’ll find someone better. Those Wayne bitches are best kept at arm’s length…” I told him. I looked for Megan, and to my surprise, I found her green eyes fixed on me.
I stared back at her impassively. Her black hair, clipped up into a high ponytail, swayed in time with her hips. Her full lips broke into a mischievous smile as she registered my inquisitive gaze on her body.
She was telling me something, but I didn’t have the same unspoken understanding with her as I did with Selene.
Babygirl was an open book to me; Megan was not.
All at once, the thought of Tinkerbell gave me a terrible stab of pain in my chest. I leaned over to speak directly in Logan’s ear so he could hear me over the music and asked, “Have you seen Selene anywhere? I lost track of her a while ago.” His gaze shifted, looking at something over my shoulder, and then his forehead wrinkled in surprise.
I turned around to see what—or who—was so shocking.
What the fuck?
I found Selene dancing with Julie in a provocative, sensual fashion. Too provocative. Too sensual.
Her friend was cycling through a series of erotic movements that made her look very different from the shy girl I’d seen in the library.
But I didn’t give a shit about her.
My eyes immediately locked on what was mine, on the five feet and six inches of curves designed to set off an uncontrollable desire between my legs. I watched Selene, enchanted. She looked like the sexiest fucking angel, halfway to drunk. She was wild and divine.
Her ass swaying back and forth was turning me inside out, while her long hair fluttered in the air like auburn ribbons with every movement of her hips. There were guys watching her—just her—and they were practically foaming at the mouth.
They were watching my goddamned Neverland. My Tinkerbell.
The problem was that not only did Selene have a truly mind-blowing body but also such a perfect little face that she inevitably cast a spell over anyone passing by.
“Has she been drinking?” Logan asked, giving me a sideways look. Ihoped she hadn’t; that wasn’t like her at all. The last time she’d drunk too much at a club, she wound up losing her virginity. To me.
I continued to watch her warily.
