I shrug.
“He invited Star to my party,” I tell them by way of explanation, once again lying.
Bella has turned me into a damn liar.
Maverick’s lips move, but only painful sounds of catching his breath leaves them. I smirk, feeling a little better about life, and snatch the keys from his hand before tossing them to Wren.
“On second thought, you drive. Maverick looks like he needs a moment.”
Maverick flops onto his back, still releasing pained breathing sounds as he flips me off, and I follow Rye and Wren to my car.
Dane and Corbin walk out, seeing us about to leave.
“Thank fuck,” Corbin groans, acting as though he can’t get out of here fast enough.
“What about your party?” Wren asks me as Rye cranks my car.
“I have security in there to keep things from getting out of hand, and they’ll start tossing people out in about an hour when they see I’m not coming home.”
“And why a
re we going to Silk?” Rye asks as we head toward the club.
“Because I’m bored,” I say with a shrug.
They both snort, but I see Wren texting someone.
“Fortunately for you, that’s where the girls are,” Wren grumbles. “Or else we’d leave your ass on your own.”
I’m counting on that.
I decide to text Bella again, wondering if she’s going to toss a drink in my face or knee me in the balls when I ambush her.
ME: I’m sorry. I fucked up. I’ll explain later.
When my phone buzzes in my hand, I swipe the screen immediately to read it.
BELLA: The person you’re trying to reach is in the middle of an orgasm, but will contact you as soon as she’s able, if you’re not someone she wants dead.
Something tells me that’s not a legitimate autoreply, and I might possibly lose my balls after all. I should have hit Maverick harder.
ME: Seriously, I want to talk.
BELLA: Seriously, I’d rather catch chlamydia and crunch on a pint of bloody needles.
I guess that means I’ve fucked up pretty badly.
When Rye pulls up, I’m the first one out of the car, taking brisk strides toward Silk’s entrance. They wave us in, letting us bypass the massive line full of people who are protesting our immediate entrance.
My eyes are scanning the busy club furiously, searching for the one girl who probably hates me right now.
I can fix that. I’ll just remind her how good I am at sex or something.
When my eyes finally land on her, my hands turn into fists. She’s dancing between two guys, and Allie is standing off to the side, looking a little worried as Bella dances like she’s on a mission.
Her little black leather skirt is riding high on her legs, almost showing too much, and her shirt shows a lot of skin up top and around her midriff. It’s all I can do not to get pissed about the fact one guy is now holding onto her hips and saying something in her ear.
Allie is suddenly in front of us, but I barely notice her because I see Bella’s hands coming up, wrapping around one guy’s neck. Is she trying to get someone killed tonight? Because I’m damn close to making her dreams come true, if so. Starting with that prick.