Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 43

“Yeah. She’s checking you out every chance she gets.”

“Really?” He frowns. His gaze flicks to the back door, to where the girls have gone.

“You could...” I shrug casually. “I mean, if she’s into you.”

“You want to swap dates?” Mason whispers.

“Not really... but, I mean, I see the way she undresses you with her eyes. I don’t stand a chance.”

Mason thinks hard. “But Juliet...”

“She’s not that great,” I lie. “I feel like Taryn is better suited to a guy like you.”

Mason nods as he contemplates his perceived choices.

There are no choices, fucker. You can’t have Juliet.

End of story.

“No. I want Juliet,” he says defiantly.

Taryn interrupts us as she walks back in through the door. “We’re ready to go.”

Mason stands. “Here’s my hot little date.” He puts his arm around Juliet, and I stare at the two of them together.

Don’t even f*****g think about it.

Juliet

Our Uber arrives, and we walk out to meet it. “I’ll sit in the front seat, Mason,” Henley says as he opens the car door.

Taryn bends over to climb into the car. She’s wearing a white wetsuit dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Honestly, where does she even buy this stuff?

Henley watches her ass and raises an eyebrow at me.

Don’t even...

“No, sit next to me, Henley,” Taryn calls out of the Uber.

Henley climbs in beside her.

I’m glad he’s having fun. That makes one of us.

The drive is long. Taryn and Mason jabber on, but I can’t concentrate. All I can think about is Henley’s thick thigh muscles pressed up against mine.

“Ha, ha.” Taryn laughs out loud as she tells a story.

“You are kidding me.” Mason laughs.

“One time when I was in Bangkok,” Mason continues.

“Do you ever wonder how that country got that name?” Taryn replies. “I mean, I do. All the time. Bang c**k. Go figure. Like back in the day, I wonder, were the people of the country just banging c***s the whole time?”

“Never thought of it like that.” Mason laughs out loud. “You’re incredible, Taryn.”

I roll my eyes. Seriously?

For fifteen minutes I listen to the most mundane stories of all time, and Henley hasn’t even looked my way.

The Uber pulls to the curb as we arrive at the club, and we all climb out.

Mason and Taryn walk in front, and Henley puts his hand on my waist as he ushers me through the crowd. My hormones go into overdrive at just a passing touch from him.

Suddenly I feel off.

I want to be here with him but under much different circumstances. I want to be alone and on a date, just the two of us, with no lies or other people.

What started out as a fun playing-hard-to-get game has somehow lost its sparkle.

Fuck.

Stop overthinking it.

We walk through the super-crowded club. As Henley walks in front, he glances back and, sensing my mood shift, frowns down at me. “What’s wrong?” he whispers.

“Nothing.” I force a smile.

We arrive at a small table; it’s high, with stools around it. “Here?” Taryn asks.

“Looks good.” Henley smiles. “I’ll go and get some drinks. What do you all want?”

“Thanks. I’ll have a beer,” Mason says.

“I’ll have a vodka, lime, and soda.” Taryn smiles. “Thank you.”

“Um.” I twist my lips as I think. I’m not sure what to have. “I’ll just have...”

“Cocktail?” Henley asks.

“A margarita?” I ask hopefully.

“Sure.” Henley gives me a swoony smile, and I melt a little inside.

“Where are the bathrooms?” I ask Taryn.

“Over to the far-left wall.” She points.

“Okay, back in a minute.” I make my way over to the far wall and then head down a corridor that leads to the bathroom.

I look in the mirror. The girl staring back at me doesn’t look familiar. She looks flushed and flustered. Challenged, but more than anything, I can see a fear deep in her eyes. Because the girl in the mirror knows she’s in over her head.

We just need more time.

Stop overthinking and enjoy it.

Just because our relationship isn’t textbook doesn’t make it mean any less.

Time. It’s just a time thing. I know he feels this connection too.

I drop my shoulders as I give myself a pep talk. It’s fine.

I make my way back to the others to find them laughing and talking. They actually get along great; they’re the ones that should be dating. I glance back over to the bar, where Henley is waiting in line, and I move over to the corner out of sight of the others so that I can watch him uninterrupted.

He towers above everyone around him. His thick dark hair is messed to perfection, and those black jeans hug his perfect ass. Broad shoulders, perfect posture, and a jawline that could cut glass. His skin is olive and tanned.

My eyes roam up and down his body as I drink him in.

I’ve never known anyone like him before: so attractive yet, like a mysterious quicksand, so unknown. It’s the weirdest thing. I know him, but I also know that I haven’t even scratched the surface of his personality.

He has this depth to him that I can’t explain, an underlying darkness from within.

I’m not sure what it is or where it comes from or if it even truly exists. I mean, it could be a figment of my imagination. Just because he hasn’t met the right woman doesn’t mean he’s necessarily damaged.

“Hey,” a voice says from beside me, interrupting my spying.

“Blake.” I smile as he kisses my cheek. “Hi.”

Blake looks like he just stepped off a GQ magazine shoot: tall, with sandy hair and shoulders for miles. How are these men all friends?

“This is Sienna and Mikayla.” He introduces me to two beautiful women who are standing beside him. One has long blonde hair and is wearing a strapless tight black dress. She’s absolutely beautiful. The other one has long dark hair and is voluptuous and curvy. She looks like she walked straight out of Pornhub. Fuck... so hot that I almost want to do her.

“Hi.” They each shake my hand with a smile.

“Hi,” I squeak.

Did he bring these girls with him, or did they just run into each other? I need all the intel for Chloe.

A familiar voice sounds. “Hello, Juliet.” I glance over to see Antony.

“Hi.”

He smiles and stands his ground. Antony is shyer than the other boys. Dark hair and handsome European features, and he has the most beautiful smile.

“This is Rena.” He introduces me to a beautiful girl with dark curly hair.

“Hello.” I smile.

“Hi.”

“Do you want a drink?” he asks her as he puts his hand on her behind.

Okay, they are definitely together.

She says something to him that I can’t hear, and then he kisses her quickly before heading to the bar. I watch him disappear to the bar. Henley catches sight of him and laughs as he says something.

“This place is pumping,” Mason says from beside me.

Ugh... please, go away. I really don’t have the mental energy to play along tonight. “It is.” I smile. I glance over to see Blake kiss the blonde girl while he’s holding the brunette’s hand; he then turns and kisses her.

What the f**k?

They share him.

Oh hell, now I’ve seen it all.

Blake heads to the bar, too, and I watch him chat with Henley and Antony. He says something, and they all burst out laughing. What the f**k are they talking about?

How great it is to have a menu selection of combination v****a?

Ugh, seeing Blake with those two girls boils my blood.

Fucking men are all dickheads.

“We should totally dance.” Mason smiles sexily.

“Or not,” I reply as I take out my phone. I have to call Chloe. “I’ve got to take this.” I hold my finger up to Mason as I walk toward the doors to find a quieter place to talk.

“Hi,” Chloe answers happily.

“Oh my f*****g god,” I whisper in a rush. “Blake Grayson is here with two women.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was kissing one while holding the other one’s hand, and then he started kissing her too.”

“What the f**k? He’s a gangbanger?”

“Looks like it.”

“What’s happening?” I hear someone say in the background of Chloe’s phone.

“Blake is tag teaming two women tonight, and I officially hate all men.”

“Who’s that?” I ask.

“I’m with Rebecca. We are in the drive-through at McDonald’s.”

“Where’s John?”

“One guess,” Chloe mutters dryly. “Working late.”

“I’m so off him.” I roll my eyes. All men are legitimate assholes this weekend. “Henley is being a d**k, too, and Mason keeps trying to talk to me because he thinks we are on a date. This is one big f*****g disaster.”

“What’s Taryn doing?”

“Looking f*****g hot,” I snap.

“Taryn’s looking hot,” Chloe tells Rebecca.

“Of course she is,” Rebecca replies.

“Ugh, I have to go.”

“Are you sure Blake is with the both of them? Maybe one is just his girlfriend’s friend or something.”

I glance back over to the group to see Blake hand the blonde the drink with a kiss and then hand the brunette her drink with a kiss too. While he’s kissing the brunette, his hand slides up the blonde’s leg and beneath her short dress as she sits on the stool.