Her arms are scraped up a little on the backs; most likely from Shady fuck pushing her against the brick. She’ll never have to deal with him again; I made sure of it.
I can hear her friend babbling on to Ruger about them being on their way to go swimming. I don’t pay much attention, though, just gaze at Cinderella, cataloging each possible detail of her to memory. She’s like an enigma that I can’t figure out. What’s so fucking special about her?
“Hi.” She breaks the silence, and I’m forced to think of something to say. I have no idea what, so I just nod.
She chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before swallowing and trying again. “So...umm, thanks for last night.” She meets my stare, and I nod again like an idiot.
I hear Ruger ask if he can go swimming with them and her friend happily agreeing, inviting Nightmare along as well. Of course, Night doesn’t say anything. He eventually looks over at the chick in the passenger seat, his nostrils flaring when she smiles at him.
She says please to him directly, and I think we’re all surprised when he huffs, throws his wrench to the ground and strides to his hotel room, slamming the door in his wake. I don’t know what the fuck that was about, but I’m leaving it alone.
Cinderella looks up at me again. “Would you like to come with us?”
Would I ever, but I won’t. I know that if I see her in a bikini, I’m gonna fuck her whether she wants it or not, and I can’t have her hating me before I even know why she calls to me so damn strongly.
“No.”
She taps her fingers on her steering wheel, her gaze leaving mine to stare straight ahead like she’s frustrated.
Ruger gets in the backseat, and I learn her friend’s name is Bethany when she shouts it as soon as the back door closes.
“Let’s go woman; I want a good tan before we go out tonight.”
Cinderella shifts the car in drive. “Me too.”
“Wait!” Spills from my mouth and her irises jump back over to me.
Her shoes.
I walk-jog to my room, grabbing the black heels off my table and bring them out to her.
“Oh my god, thank you!” She smiles, and my mouth goes dry. She takes the shoes, handing them over to Bethany, who’s wearing a pleased grin.
Leaning over, I look through the window that’s behind her seat, straight at Ruger. He glances at me, puzzled, and then rolls the window down. “’Sup?”
“Eyes off Cinderella,” I quietly order, but it comes out more like an angry growl.
Ruger’s eyebrows practically hit his hairline; he glances toward the driver’s seat, and it hits him what I’m saying. “Got ya, brother.”
Nodding, I walk behind the car back to my room. On my way, I hear her repeat ‘Cinderella?’ dreamily and Ruger says, “Yep, that’d be you darlin’.”
I waited around for hours, checking out the window whenever I’d hear a vehicle and every damn time I’d huff when it wasn’t them returning. Finally, I gave up, took a shower, put some clean clothes on and walked across the street to the bar.
Taking a seat next to Saint and Sinner, I’m pleased when a beer’s set down in front of me almost immediately. I’m surprised they’re here and not corrupting some woman with both of their cocks.
“Angel,” I nod toward Sinner. He’s not so bad, but he’s always around to egg Saint on. He’s the type to plant a seed in someone’s head, then sit back and watch them self-destruct on their own. You won’t catch him fighting much, but he sure loves to fuck with people’s minds.
“Devil,” I fist-bump Saint, and they both chuckle at me giving them shit.
They know those names are more fitting, though. Chicks eat up Saint’s ‘sweet boy’ charade he plays to get in their pants. However, I see him away from the women. Trust me when I say the only type of angel he’d ever be is a fallen one, and nowhere close to a Saint.
I’m about half way through my beer when Ruger finally waltzes through the door. I wait with bated breath for Bethany and Cinderella to enter behind him, but they never do.
Ruger plops down in the seat across from me, looking tanner than he did earlier. He may have gone for Bethany, but I still want to pop his legs off and beat him with them for the simple fact that he got to hang out with Cinderella today and I didn’t. I sat at the hotel pouting like a giant pansy ass.
“Where’re the chicks?” I ask immediately. He better not have fucked it up with them.
Saint and Sinner’s gazes both land on me as soon as the words leave my mouth.