In love with a playboy

Chapter 7

Elijah's POV

I couldn't get her out of my head. Grace. The church girl. That little moment yesterday when she just walked past me like I was invisible—hell, it did something to me. I kept replaying it over and over. The way she didn’t even flinch when I said her name. No smile, no blush, nothing. Just that cold look and a simple, uninterested walk-off.

Girls don’t treat me like that.

I was used to attention. Craving stares, subtle smiles, flirty hellos—that was my daily routine. But she? She didn’t even blink.

That morning, I pulled up to the café where the guys usually chilled before classes. The moment I stepped in, Jake smirked.

"So, how did it go with our sweet little church girl?" he asked, clearly waiting to hear how I’d bagged her already.

I slumped into the seat next to Liam, snatched one of his fries, and grumbled, "She ignored me."

Liam choked on his soda. "Bro, what?"

Jake burst out laughing. "You? Elijah Stone? Ignored? Damn, miracles really do happen."

Jace leaned forward, grinning. "Told you she was a no-go area. Forget the car, man. You can't get her."

That hit a nerve.

I looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Say that again?"

Jace chuckled and leaned back, arms crossed. "You heard me. She’s not one of your usual easy hookups. That girl walks with God, bro. You walk with sin. Give it up."

I clenched my jaw. My ego couldn’t take that.

"Nah. I’m going to get her," I said, staring into my drink like it owed me answers.

Liam looked between me and Jace, trying to hold in his laughter. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious," I said. "Nobody—nobody—has ever rejected me. And I’m not going to let some big-skirt, holy-sister girl ruin my track record."

Jake whistled low. "You got it bad, bro."

"This isn’t about feelings," I snapped. "It’s about my pride. She looked at me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter. Me. Elijah Stone."

Jace shook his head, still smirking. "So what now? You going to take her to youth fellowship and sing 'Amazing Grace' together?"

I scoffed. "Nah. I’m going to do what I do best. I’m going to make her fall, real slow, real sweet. Then I’ll take what I want."

Jake raised a brow. "And what exactly do you want?"

I leaned back, eyes sharp, a twisted grin tugging at my lips. "Everything she’s hiding under that dress. I want to taste her honey pot, suck on those n*****s she’s hiding so well under that holy outfit. I want to hear her moan my name and beg for it."

There was a moment of silence before the guys burst out laughing.

"Damn, you nasty," Liam said, shaking his head.

"You sound obsessed," Jake added.

I wasn’t obsessed. I was challenged. And I never lose.

"She thinks she’s above me? We’ll see about that. Give me three months. I’ll have her wrapped around my finger. She’ll be the one chasing me, crying when I stop answering her calls."

Jace leaned in, face serious for a second. "You better be sure, Elijah. This one’s different. She’s not just another pretty face. You mess this up, and it’s going to hit differently."

I stood, tossing my drink cup into the trash.

"I’m Elijah Stone. I don’t mess up. And I don’t lose."

I walked out, the laughter of my boys behind me, but my mind already deep in planning. Grace wouldn’t see it coming. I’d make her believe every sweet lie, every touch, every smile. And when I finally had her, when she gave in, I’d remind her exactly who I was.

That was the plan.

And nothing was going to stop me.