Page 112 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
That gives me pause.
A party. I know that Ash Kelly doesn’t appear anywhere online—he might as well be a ghost—but surely, he’d be at his brother’s engagement party?
There’s as good a chance as any that I might find him there. But how do I get in? I’m not exactly part of the ‘who’s who’ type crowd.
“Did she invite you?” I ask, and the look of hurt on Bastian’s face gives me the answer that I need. “Right. Lem’s moved up in the world, hasn’t she?” I don’t mean to sound so damn salty, but it comes out anyway.
“If this really does work out, good for her, I guess,” Nisha says, but not like she really believes it. We both know that rich guys like Aspen Kelly don’t pick up Prescott trash to be their trophy wives. Something else is going on here. Aspen himself confirmed it. “My father has plans for sweet little Lucy Hall.”
“Sure,” I say with a caustic little laugh. Without meaning to, I look up to see Widow staring at me again. He lifts his burger to his lips and takes a bite, never pulling his gaze away from mine. My nipples harden, and my throat gets tight as need surges through me.
I curl my fingers against my thighs, digging my nails into my skin until pain washes over me. It doesn’t clear away my attraction toward Widow, but it helps. I’m able to look back at my friends.
I pretend that Widow doesn’t exist while I finish my meal.
But we both know that’s bullshit.
We might be ignoring each other outwardly, but I know where my thoughts are. When Widow gets up and goes into the men’s bathroom, I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to in there.
I look at him only once more on his way out, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. If his face is a little flushed, who else would notice? Think he was jacking off in there?
Because I do.
He shoves his way out the door and takes off with a squeal of tires on the wet pavement.
Scarlett
Saturday night at the track is relatively boring but for the idling Lamborghini Miura in the row of cars parked at the rear of the lot. Widow is absent, Bohnes is racing some idiot from Oak Valley Prep, and Aspen, of course, is not present.
While I might have trouble remembering faces, I never forget cars—especially not million-dollar vintage beauties like the Miura. This one belongs to that guy with the gloves, the one we robbed who, thankfully, didn’t shoot me in the head.
I exhale sharply, relaxing back on the hood of my Pantera while one of my girls carefully combs out my hair and works it into a fishtail braid for me. She goes entirely still at the sound, as if worried that she might’ve annoyed me.
I offer up a slick smile and a wink over my shoulder, and she blushes. Pretty sure she’s not even gay or bi. Girls just love me, what can I say?
“Someone get me a drink,” I say, waving my hand around dismissively. Jennifer, still eager to regain my favor, rushes to grab me a beer from a nearby cooler, passing it over so that I can examine the label. Some fancy shit brought by the Oak Valley people. Whatever.
I take a swig, my attention continuously shifting back to Alexei’s car as I try to figure out what he’s doing here. Clearly, he has a problem with dirty, filthy things, and that’s all any of us are around here. There’s mud and grit and people who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. I imagine that for someone like him, it’s worst nightmare type stuff.
I turn my attention back to Basti who’s animatedly discussing some drama that happened at the gay club where he dances while Nisha rolls her eyes, clearly bored by yet another overly drawn-out story. Meanwhile, the action on the track is more amusing than exciting as Bohnes toys with the four rich assholes—three guys, one girl—who have more money than brains. Once again, it becomes obvious that either you drive the car … or it drives you.
One of the idiots has already given up, pulling over to the side of the track in some sort of childlike protest.
Bohnes is going to score big money off of these morons. That makes me smile. That is, until my mind goes back to Lemon and Aspen. I’m terrified that my friend is wrapping herself up in something that she won’t be able to get out of. More than that, I’m concerned for myself. Because I now not only want to kill Ash Kelly, but Aspen Kelly as well.
How dare he fuck me while engaged to my friend. How dare he lie to me about it. How dare he make me want him even though I’m disgusted with myself for having those thoughts.
