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but he had vanished just like Dad.

I stepped away from Payton, emptying my glass and grabbing another glass from the counter.

She studied me for a while, moving her eyes over my dress again before sighing. She really wasn’t bothered by me using her as bait, and who knows? Maybe we would really have a fun evening and become friends.

All evening long she had been hanging out with another girl, touching and hugging her, dancing and rubbing herself against her friend while making sure I always saw what was happening.

She was doing this to anger me, show me how much she hated the fact that I pushed her away, but that’s what she deserved.

It was her punishment for rejecting me the first time.

Yeah, I did miss her touch, her body, her full lips around my dick, but as much as I had to suffer, I wanted to make her suffer just as much.

I was standing outside in the backyard with Andrew and some of the men still left, waiting on their wives to finish drinking champagne and talk about shoes and clothes.

We all had something to drink in our hands, and I was finishing up my third beer as I watched Valley walk over to the lounger near the pool house with her friend.

She was a big ass tease tonight, showing off her legs, curves, beautiful face and hair, and I’d be lying if I’d say she wasn’t turning me on just by being in my presence.

She looked fucking incredible, and I didn’t think she could get any hotter tonight. But then she sat down on the lounger, her friend next to her, and their arms wrapped around each other as their heads moved closer.

Was no one else seeing this?

Shit, I had to turn my back to them just like the other men.

But I didn’t, because when their lips touched, I needed to know how far they’d actually go with their dads standing only a few feet away.

Valley’s dark red lips moved slowly against the other girl’s, sensually and passionately in a way only she could.

Was I hallucinating?

No, my dick could easily tell apart reality from fantasy, and the show they were putting on for me was one-hundred percent real.

My dick was throbbing already, and when Valley’s tongue moved along the other girl’s lips, I had to clear my throat and get myself to look away.

When I was about to do so, Valley’s eyes opened while she continued to kiss her, with her hand cupping the girl’s jaw gently to take control over her.

Shit.

What a dirty little fucking slut.

It was revenge which lingered in her eyes, and even with the dim lights in the backyard, I could tell she was enjoying this.

Me watching.

Me not being the one kissing her.

And me not being hers.

Things needed to change, and although my heart was racing, for whatever fucking reason, I stepped away from the group of men I was listening to and walked back into the house.

Valley had reached her goal of making me angry, but the way she did it was what infuriated me the most.

Reckless.

The only word I could use to describe that naughty little girl.

Safe to say Payton enjoyed making out with me while I made sure Riggs saw everything, because she asked me for my number and offered to hang out with me sometime soon.

I clearly left quite the impression on her, but as hot as our kiss was outside on the lounger, I didn’t think we’d make plans anytime soon.

She lived a few towns over, and I liked to have my friends close enough to see them in less than ten minutes when needed.

I promised her we could keep in touch by texting though.

She left with her mother and some other guests half an hour ago, and since Riggs was nowhere to be seen, I figured I had made him so mad that he left the party early.

Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case, because the way he stared at me while I made out with Payton to get on his nerves, he sure wasn’t happy.

Though, he definitely enjoyed the show we put on, and if I weren’t mistaken, there was lust in his angry eyes.

I walked into the living room with a sigh, then smiled at the remaining guests still drinking and eating, and talking with Della.

“I’m going upstairs. Tired. Enjoy the rest of the night,” I told them, rubbing Della’s shoulder before they all said good night.

“Night,” I replied, and without bothering my father and his friends