I sigh. I’m frustrated and bored. And it’s been weeks since the last woman. Tara was it? Sara? Cara? I can’t remember.
“Fine, then help me pick out my next prey,” I say.
Luca laughs. “Not going to happen, bro.”
I frown. “You used to help me.”
“That was when I was evil and didn’t have a heart, like you. I’ve since grown up.”
I shake my head. “You haven’t grown up one bit. Just help me find someone who is an actual challenge this time. Sara wasn’t enough of a challenge. I was able to get her to sleep with me and break up with her fiancé in less than a week. It was pathetic really.”
“First of all, her name was Nicole, not Sara. And, second, you really need to stop. If you don’t, you are going to fuck up someone’s life so bad that it is going to rebound and hurt you, too.”
I laugh. “Not likely.”
Luca shakes his head as he drinks his beer. He reclines in his chair, lifting the front two legs off the ground. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s going to happen. One of these times, a woman is going to hurt you as bad as you hurt them, and I’m going to be there, laughing in your face while eating popcorn. It’s going to happen, bro. It’s called Karma.”
I take a swig of my beer and then grin. “I would love for a woman to try and hurt me as badly as I hurt them. I would love to see one try because it’s impossible. I don’t have a heart for them to destroy. Remember? I’m the devil.”
“You’ve got that right. But even devils can get hurt. And I can’t wait for it to happen to you.”
“Whatever. It’s not going to happen.”
“Because you’ve been so right about everything before.” Luca snickers.
I frown. “I’m right about this,” I say sternly, challenging Luca to question me again.
He doesn’t. Instead, a slow smile forms on his face, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t say that I’m completely wrong about this even though I know I’m not. He doesn’t say I’m as wrong about this as I was about encouraging him to go surfing with me the day of the accident that almost killed him. He should rub that shit in my face forever. Blame me for his accident. He doesn’t though. He doesn’t blame me. He has always said that it was just an accident. Completely unpreventable. That it was fate. I don’t believe in fate. I believe in taking the world into your own hands and making yourself happy because no one else is ever going to.
“Look, a bachelorette party. Isn’t that right up your alley?” Luca says.
I grin and turn in the direction that Luca is looking. About ten women are all scantily dressed in skirts and tight dresses. Glitter and stickers cover most of their bodies along with sashes saying what their role in the wedding is, like Bride’s Main Bitch or Bride’s Bitch. They don’t understand how easy they make it for a guy like me.
I scan the group of women until I lock in on my target. The bride. She’s easy to spot because she is the only one wearing white. She has a sash that says Sexiest Bride-to-Be and a crown that has a veil coming off of it.
She’s a blonde, which makes me feel torn. I haven’t had a blonde in a while, but then again, they are often the easiest to steal. But I’m ready for a challenge, not an easy lay. To my surprise though, she seems like a local girl. You can always tell by the tan or lack thereof or sunburn. She is nicely tanned, obviously used to the strong summer sun here. At least half of her bridesmaids are a weird shade of orange from the tanner they have been using. The other half are burned to a crisp.
The bride though is gorgeous. Her white dress shows the perfect amount of cleavage and is short enough to make her legs look long and toned. Legs that I desperately want wrapped around my body. And, if I play my cards right, that could happen by the end of the night. She doesn’t look that in love. She looks like she is desperate for a way out of the situation she is in.
I watch as the group makes their way over to a corner of the bar where the bartender pulls together three couches for them to all sit on around a couple of low tables. The bride-to-be, of course, is given a couch all to herself since this is her special day, when it’s supposed to be all about her.
She doesn’t know how lucky she is. Today isn’t going to be her special day. Today is going to be her lucky day.
“Definitely. I knew you’d still make a good wingman even if you gave up your old ways. You’ll always be a monster to me.”
Luca frowns. “Just don’t forget to leave cash to pay for your half of the bill. I’m not paying for all the shit you ordered. I’m unemployed, remember?”
I roll my eyes. “Stop being dramatic. You weren’t going to do another competition for another month anyway. You have exactly the same amount of money you would have had whether you had the accident or not. But”—I pull out my wallet and throw enough money down to cover both of our meals—“since you pointed out my next target and are going to help me convince them that we are cool guys and to not have us thrown out on our asses, I’ll pay your bill.”
“Not going to happen, bro.”
I grin. “Are you sticking around to watch or going home?”
“I’ll stick around until you start taking your shirt off, and then I’m out of here. But I’m still betting those women are going to get you thrown out of here.”
I roll my eyes. “Always the pessimist.” I pick up my beer and head over to the women, putting Luca out of my head.
“Hello, ladies. You all look beautiful tonight. Can I—”