Wicked Games 10

Wicked

She had been so easy to find. Even without the tracker on her phone, I would have been able to manage it. All I had to do was follow the trail of lame-ass college boys with their dicks out. Not literally of course but it might as well have been. And one look at her showed me why they were gravitating around her.

She was dressed like a damn stripper. A tiny pale pink top that dropped obscenely low in the front and had no back at all and a denim skirt that barely covered her ass.

She looked hot as hades.

And it made me pissed as hell.

The fact she was with her preppy ass boyfriend Bennet made me even angrier. Of all the men she had lining up for her attention, she chose him.

She chose him.

But I didn’t make any move. What right did I have when all she was doing was dancing with a guy I knew she had been seeing for months? She was an adult. Something she reminded me of at every possible opportunity like I didn’t already know. And she could dance with anyone she wanted.

Even if