Chapter 30

Maxwell

Her lips were soft.

I had felt that when I wiped the ketchup on her lips earlier that day and I tried not to dwell on the softness over and over again.

"How is it going?" Ryan asked as he sat beside me near the counter in the club where I sat and I shrugged.

"Okay"

"Hmm, what is it?" His eyebrows were cocked

"What?"

"You're not as enthusiastic as I expected. Why? Is your plan not working?"

I shrugged again, "it's working. It's just that... I need to get laid"

Get all these wandering thoughts away from my head.

"Then get laid. There are a lot of pretty girls here."

Yeah, but not as pretty as she is.

What?

I choked on my drink at that thought.

Pretty? There was no way I thought she was pretty.

"What is it?" Ryan's voice asked at the back of my thoughts and I ignored it.

Yeah, she looked good some of the time, but pretty, that was far-fetched.

I swept my eyes through the room, looking for a candidate to participate in f*cking with, and I found a m