Page 88 of Never His Girl
Doesn’t take long to realize I couldn’t care less about what Dane thinks or if he’s expecting me to do exactly what I’m about to do. I’m done watching other guys think they have a chance with Southside, knowing that, if she’s sayingyesto anyone tonight, it’ll be me.
I’m out of the booth, knowing Dane’s talking shit in his head, but who gives a fuck. I know what I want, and all I can think about right now is Southside. My plan to not come on strong is basically out the window at this point and I’m okay with that. She knows I don’t have a “medium” setting. I’m either off or on, and she’s the only one who can handle me as I am. It’s one of the things that drives me fucking crazy about her.
I spot Parker pushing through the crowd, making her way over as I reach for my phone.
“West, hold up!”
Either her voice has gotten moreannoying, or my tolerance for it has just dwindled down to nothing.
“We need to talk,” she insists, grabbing my bicep when she finally catches up.
I’m half-listening, but mostly focused on the text I’m shooting to Southside as I take slow steps toward the exit. I hit send then roll my eyes as my gaze settles on Parker next.
I don’t even speak. Because, if it isn’t already obvious, I’m incredibly sick of her ass.
“There’s something you should know,” she starts. “I think we need to step outside, though.”
“Seriously, Parker?”
Girl simply doesn’t give up. Shaking my head, I’m not even surprised she’s trying this shit again.
“It’s not like that,” she insists.
Glancing around, I get the feeling she’s trying to see who’s paying attention to this awkward interaction.
“I started to call,” she goes on, “but this isn’t really the kind of thing you say over the phone. I—”
“Parker just… shut the hell up!” I snap, loud enough that I’m sure she’s heard me over the music. When a few people close by flash a look our way, I’m guessing they heard, too.
My tone’s wounded her. I see it as a cocktail of emotion swims in her eyes. It doesn’t move me, though. Not even a little.
“You aresucha dick,” she shoots back with a scoff, like I didn’t already know that.
“Then maybe you should leave me the fuck alone,” I reason. “Unless this is another attempt at getting Pandora to post more false shit about us, hoping it’ll get under Southside’s skin.”
It’s then, when my accusation has Parker looking like a deer caught in headlights, I’m positive I called that shit right. Calling me over last week wasn’t just about trying to get me back. It was about hurting Southside.
Then, her plan had worked, but I wouldn’t let her screw things up tonight.
“Move… the fuck… on,” are my final words, and they leave my mouth with a hard edge that I hope cuts Parker deep. What we had was never meant to go anywhere, and the sooner she gets that through her damn head, the better off we’ll both be.
Defeated and more than aware that I’m not playing these fucking games anymore, she backs off. Then, as soon as she disappears in the crowd, my eyes are back on Southside, making sure she received my message. When she smiles down at her screen, and then scans the building for me, I know she’s read it.
West: My room. Ten minutes.
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Blue
I knock a few times, feeling my heart beat so fast it nearly pulverizes my ribs.
“It’s open.”
That deep voice on the other side of the door only excites me more. I turn the knob and let myself in, joining West in the vast suite. A tall silhouette stands in the darkness, right in front of a broad window, arms folded. Even without seeing his eyes I’m certain they’re set in my direction.
The door closes behind me and I’m fixated on him. Light from the city glows through the backdrop of a sheer curtain, outlining his perfection as he waits. Even with the lights off, I see him. In all his glory. It’s enough that heat and tension build between my legs… as my gaze drifts lower, to what he’s packing between his.
I know I’ve said it before, but damn.