The Girl Who Always Wins (Soulless 13)

“So what? You gonna call the cops?” I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my friends. “Ladies, this is the one, the only, Atlas Beaumont.” My arm hooked through his as I stood beside him, a little taller than usual because I wore my sky-high pumps. “The man with a big dick and an even bigger heart.”

He turned to me. “Well, that’s one hell of an introduction.”

I chuckled into his shoulder because I was already a bit drunk.

Atlas shook hands with everyone. “It’s nice to finally meet the crew.” He motioned to the guys he’d brought. “Matthew and Kyle.”

The girls looked over them both, as if they all liked what they saw.

Matthew grinned. “Wow, you’ve got some pretty friends, Daisy.”

Kyle’s eyes were wide open, absolutely astounded by the talent in front of him. “Yeah, wow is the right word.”

I grabbed Atlas and dragged him to the dance floor. “Dance with me.”

“Baby, I don’t dance.”

I raised my arms in the air and rocked my hips, flipping my hair around, having a good time as I disregarded what he said.

He stood there and stared, a slight smile on his lips. “How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough that I’m loose, but not so drunk that you have to feel guilty for fucking me in the alleyway later.” I grabbed his hands and pulled him close, showing him how to rock his hips, how to move with me like we were in the bedroom. “See? You’re a natural.”

“Only because I’m with you.” His arm hugged the small of my back and kept me close, the music blaring from the speakers, the lights low, people nearby flinging sweat everywhere.

“Wow…what a line.”

His hands grabbed my ass. “Not a line if I mean it.”

Two of the girls paired off with the guys, while Meredith and Tanya found their guys elsewhere in the bar. I sat at the table alone, totally drunk out of my mind, glancing at the bar over and over, waiting for Atlas to come back with more drinks. It was almost two, so if we didn’t get those drinks pronto, we would be cut off.

And I didn’t need to explain why that was totally devastating.

I slammed my hand on the table. “What’s taking so long?”

Jenny and Matthew were making out right beside me, oblivious to me the way I was oblivious to them.

I slid out of the booth, wobbled on my heels for a second, and then marched to the bar.

Atlas was talking to a fine little honey in a black dress at the bar.

I don’t think so, bitch.

I purposely squished myself between them and forced them to break apart. “I’m so sorry, dear. But this fine piece of man is mine. Shoo.” I waved her away with my fingertips then turned to the glasses sitting on the counter. “What the fuck is this shit? Water?”

Atlas looked at her again. “Sorry, my girlfriend is batshit crazy.”

I turned to him, my hand raised. “I prefer crazy-ass bitch. None of that batshit…”

She walked off. “See you tomorrow, Atlas.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked. “What’s tomorrow?”

“Work.”

“You work with that fly honey?” I asked, instantly getting jealous.

Now his look turned perplexed. “How drunk are you?”

“Because I’m jealous, that means I’m drunk?”

“When you’re jealous of a dude, then yeah.”

“What?” I turned back around, seeing the girl in the black dress talking to her friends. “Wait…then who…?”

“That was Bobby. He works with me at the lab.”

“Ooh.”

He laughed then handed the glass to me. “You need this.”

I pushed it away. “Poison.”

“Baby, come on.” He held out the drink to me again.

I whined like a child. “I don’t wanna…”

He grinned as he watched me, both annoyed and amused.

“Fine.” I took it and downed it. “Can I have my drink now?”

“Okay, it’s time to go.” He paid the tab and circled his arm around my waist to walk me out.

“Are we going to the alleyway?”

“Sure.” He waved goodbye to his guys as he walked me out of the club.

“Good. Because I want all of you.” I clung to him, rubbing my body into his, being sexy and seductive. “Right now.”

“Thank you.” He got me outside and to the street before he waved down a cab.

I looked over his shoulder. “Look, there’s a dumpster right there…”

“Yes, let’s hook up behind a stinky dumpster next to a homeless guy taking a piss.”

“Yeah!” I raised my arms in the air and started dancing.

The cab pulled up, and he opened the back door before he guided me inside, like a cop pushing down the head of a suspect as he got him into the back of the squad car.

I fell back, my head resting on the seat, my eyes suddenly heavy.

He got into the other seat, and the cab drove away.

I scooted over to the center and laid my head on his shoulder, my arm hooking around his waist. I moved in and started kissing his neck, my hand rubbing down to his crotch. My dress rose up until my ass popped up.