I follow them through the crowd to a set of stairs that lead down to another level. The lighting changes as we enter what seems like a totally different party. We keep going until we get to the back where I see Rico, Aldo, and Eduardo sitting, surrounded by girls.
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself.
I ball my fist at my side and get ready to turn to leave. Emilia tugs at my hand to stop me. She leans into my ear and tries to talk over the music.
“It’s not what you think. Don’t react like that. He’s testing you too,” she says.
I take in a deep breath and think her words over. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s been testing me. If that’s what this is, okay. It’s go time. I’ll show him just how I’ll handle this.
CHAPTER 11
Drama
Rico
“Let’s go,”Ed calls as he downs a drink and grabs the girl closest to him to stand and dance with.
He doesn’t even bother to take her down to the dance floor. I shake my head and roll my eyes for the millionth time and fight not to shove this chick’s hand off me. I’m not interested in any of these girls who have surrounded us. I would have had them bounced right up out of here any other night.
Glancing at my watch, I work my jaw and frown. What the fuck is taking Emilia and Oni so long? I sent Mario out to wait for them thirty minutes ago.
“This place is lame tonight,” the girl on my left says.
I grunt. She’s right. It is. I’ve been ready to go.
I’m getting ready to say fuck it when the crowd parts and Mario comes into view, followed by Emilia. The chick on my right starts to whine about leaving and glides her hand up my arm. That’s when Oni comes into view.
My mouth runs dry, and my pants tighten. How does this girl become more beautiful every time I see her? Disappointment hits when it looks like she’s going to turn and walk away.
I was expecting a little more fire from my little car thief. However, Emilia stops her and whispers something that causes Oni’s face to transform completely. She throws her shoulders back and lifts her head.
I’m in awe of how she commands the room around her. She looks like a model on the runway as she saunters over to the area we’re sitting in and gracefully takes the seat farthest away from me.
I can’t take my eyes off her, but she won’t spare me a glance. Licking my lips, I take her in. Her nipples, pushing at the thin fabric of her outfit, grab my attention. When she crosses one thigh over the other, the clear heels on her cute little feet come into view.
“Should we get another round?” I call out, not taking my eyes off her.
“Yes,” the one with her hands still on me says in an annoying, whiny voice.
“We’ll take two frozen daiquiris,” Emilia says from beside Oni with a smile.
“Actually, I’ll take a Sex on the Beach. It can still be frozen,” Oni says.
I work my jaw but nod for Mario to place the order for everyone. Pop would kick my ass for this, but I won’t allow her to drink too much and no one’s going to harm her.
I’m pissed as the guys who don’t know any better now have their attention on my girl. The hungry looks they’re giving her have me ready to pull my guns. Not a single one of them will ever have her on a beach or anywhere else.
However, I add it to the list of places I plan to have her once I claim her fully. I take a calming breath and pull it together. I can’t lose my shit tonight.
“Maybe after this round, we can head out. There’s this party not far from here, or we can hang at your place,” the handsy chick says in my ear.
I pluck her hand out of my lap before she reaches what she’s looking for. It’s not for her. I’m hard for the one who won’t look at me.
“I don’t think so,” I reply, still not looking away from Oni.
Our drinks come and Oni starts to suck down the large fruity drink. I know she feels my eyes on her. I lift my glass of water to my lips and keep my eyes narrowed.
I never drink when I’m out like this. I always have water in my glass. Let everyone think I’m getting shit-faced. I always learn who’s willing to try me.
