Page 37 of Heartless Devil
My eyes drift to the pool. Cole is sitting on the edge of it, his feet dangling in, water dripping from his hair. He looks like a fucking wet dream. He’s staring right at me. A scowl on his face. I’m sure he’s still pissed that I turned him down earlier.
I can’t believe how close I was to fucking him. How close I was to ruining my life for a quick fuck in a random bedroom on a yacht. I’m not going to give up the only friend I have to satisfy some strange desire I have for him.
Tyler climbs out of the pool, heading in my direction. I glance to my right and see James flirting shamelessly with the girl behind the bar.
Perfect.
“Charlie, baby. Why is your boy toy flirting with the help?” he asks, grabbing the stool on the other side of me.
“I guess I’m not good enough.” I shrug.
“If you’re not good enough then the guy is blind. You’re a knockout,” he says, grinning, before signaling at the girl for a drink.
“You’re crazy.” I laugh, rolling my eyes.
I see James scowling in my direction.
“Is there a problem?” I ask him. Not really giving a shit if there is or not.
“I just think it’s funny you can’t really talk to me, but you have no problem cracking jokes with him,” he says, nodding in Tyler’s direction.
Is he serious?
“Let’s get something straight. I’m not your girlfriend. There isn’t a chance I’ll become your girlfriend. I can talk to whoever I want. I just sat here and watched you flirt with the bartender for fifteen minutes before Tyler walked over, so excuse me for laughing with a friend,” I say, before taking a drink.
“You’re a tool, dude,” Tyler says, peeking his head over my shoulder.
“What the fuck is going on over here?” Cole walks up, his eyes looking murderous when he sees Tyler draped over my back.
“I just witnessed Charlie here give this idiot a piece of her mind. It was fantastic.” Tyler grins, oblivious to Cole’s stare.
“What happened?” Cole asks, directing his attention to James.
“She’s a bitch,” James says, shrugging.
“What did you just say?” Cole rears his head back.
Honestly, he looks like he might snap this guy's neck.
“I can handle this,” I say, putting my hand on his chest, pushing him away.
I grab my drink, dumping it over James’ head.
“Fuck. You,” I say, before turning on my heels and walking out towards the hallway.
I get enough disrespect everywhere else in life. I won’t take it from some piece of shit that means nothing to me.
“Charlie!Wait! What just happened?” I hear Cam yelling after me.
Her hand grabs my elbow, causing me to slow down.
“Are you okay?” she asks, out of breath.
“No. I’m not,” I tell her, my hands shaking.
“What happened?” she asks again.
“That douchebag just sat there and flirted with the bartender, then had the nerve to get an attitude with me for laughing with Tyler. Who does he think he is?” I throw my hands up in frustration.