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Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(12)
Author: Ker Dukey

I make a show of looking over the seat, then shrug with a satisfied smirk.

“Your name doesn’t appear to be on it.”

Huffing, she reaches into her bag, pulls out a book, opens it up, then drops it on the table in front of me.

A list of names, dates, and times are placed in columns down the page.

“I booked this spot from six until eight.”

This has to be a joke. “You booked a seat in the library?” I mock.

“Study area, yes. This place gets real busy in the evenings—not that you’d know, it’s the first time I’ve seen you here.” She plops her bag at the foot of my chair.

“So, you’ve been looking for me,” I surmise with a grin.

Her mouth opens and closes, then she turns on her heel and saunters off to the reception desk. I watch her speak in hushed tones, then point over at me. The guy’s eyes follow her finger before he stands from behind the counter.

She flashes me a smile that says, “I’ve won,” then walks back over to me with the library guy hot on her heels.

“I’m sorry, man, but this table is booked out from six. You’ll have to move to a non-reserved spot,” the guy tells me, dropping a little reserved plaque on the table.

What a brat.

“No problem. I was leaving anyway.” I pack my shit up and shove to my feet. Chastity stands with her shoulders back, a victory stance.

The guy leaves us to go back to doing his job of allocating study areas. What a joke.

“You know,” I say, bringing my body within breathing space of hers.

“If you took that stick out your ass, I could replace it with my cock, that might relieve some of that tension you seem to have.”

“You’re disgusting.” She sneers.

“Hmm or you could put those lips to use instead.”

Her eyes take in every part of my face before dipping low to my crotch. “Tempting, but I’ll pass. I already had Vienna sausage for lunch. One’s enough for any lifetime.”

“Ha!” I bark. It’s natural and comes as a shock to us both. She’s got jokes and that took me by surprise.

“Shhh,” some guy hisses from a table where he has at least ten books cracked all at once. Nerd. Just as I’m about to tell him to shut the fuck up or I’ll shut him up, God appears behind him, bending to whisper something in his ear. The guy’s face blanches.

“Is he threatening him?” Chastity asks, her voice holding concern.

God marches up next to me, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

“We’ve got places to be,” he informs me, ignoring the beauty in front of us and taking off the way he came.

“I guess that’s my cue.”

“Yep. Hope not to see you around.” She smirks, and it does shit to me. That pretty fucking face doesn’t match the bitchtude, and it’s weirdly intriguing.

“You should probably stop seeking me out then.” I snort, leaving her fuming in my wake.

When I get outside, God is in my car. It looks shiny and new, and I do a double take to make sure it’s actually mine and not something he decided to buy on a whim.

Looking up from his cell, he says, “I had them detail it while they had it.”

“You know I love you, right?” I pop the trunk and dump my bag in, then drop into the driver’s seat.

“What’s going on with the chick?” he asks, nodding his head toward the library.

“She’s got it bad for me, just doesn’t know it yet,” I inform him, kicking the engine over and taking off.

“You tapped that.”

“Nah. She’s high maintenance as fuck. I’d have to work for it.”

I’ve never had to work for it.

“You’ve never had to work for it.” God jabs me in the arm, verbalising my own thoughts.

“You want to tell me where we’re going?” I prompt.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out an envelope that matches the one I found and holds it up.

“Tell me you got one of these?”

Looking between him and the road, I jerk my head, motioning yes.

“It’s just a party invite though, right?”

The galloping of my heart is back full force.

“Did you look at it?”

Briefly. I was too disappointed to inspect the fucking thing.

He holds it up, and I shrug. The party is being held at Club Envy in town.

“So what.”

“Dude,” he grunts, pointing to some writing at the bottom.

INVITATION TO DEADLY SINS.

“What are deadly sins?” I ask, keeping my attention on the road despite the desperate need to want to look at him and see what he’s getting at.

“Don’t leave me hanging, man,” I bite out.

“Deadly Sins is an underground club not open to the public. You can only access it from the back of Club Envy, and my sources tell me it’s an Elite ran club.” He grins.

Pulling over, I cut the engine and snatch the invitation from his hand.

“Who gave you yours?” I demand, checking the thing over for any clue that this is really it, our way in.

Pulling out a vape pen, he takes a hearty pull, then fills the car with a cloud of cannabis scented vapor.

“You getting high?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah I am.”

“Since when do you vape?”

Grinning he shrugs. “Some kid sold it to me.”

Snatching the vape pen, I take a hit. “Woot! This is it!” I yell.

“Fuck yeah it is. Let’s go get showered and shit. I have some clothes being delivered to the house. We need to look the part.” He grins.

Yeah we do.

Looking good has always been something that came easy to me, but tonight I feel good too.

This is what I’ve wanted and been working toward, and tonight could be the night it happens for me.

God had outfits sent over that reeked of wealth and superiority. The watch hanging from my wrist costs more than my car, thanks to God’s jeweler loaning me the twenty-four carat gold Rolex.

The invitation was scanned for an invisible barcode when we arrived, and unlike we assumed, we were directed to elevators taking us to a club above Envy, not below it.

God gives me an approving nod when the elevator doors open and music caresses over us like a soft wave hitting the shore. Unlike most clubs, the bass doesn’t shake the room. Instead, a rhythmic pulse emits through the room, giving it a heart beat.

Bodies grind and sway on a dance floor lit up by white strobe lights, moving with the beat of the music. Glass tables that look like they were sculpted from crystal line the back walls and are occupied.

There are people of all ages enjoying themselves, and the vibe is on a level I’ve never experienced before.

Liquor is placed on tables by the bottle delivered by barmaids wearing tight, all black pantsuits. The fabric hugs their figures in an alluring manner without being sleazy.

God pulls out his black credit card and slides it across the bar. “Let’s get wasted.” He rolls his head over his shoulders and slaps my back. The bartender places drinks in front of us, but shakes his head at the credit card, pushing it back to God. Drinks are free.

Jackpot.

There are multiple private rooms throughout the club. Lights are muted inside these rooms, just a blue hue emanating from the ceiling. Alcohol stirs, intoxicating my thoughts.

Women dance around me, grinding their bodies against the hard ridges of mine.

Crooking a finger, a blonde makes a show of placing a pill on her tongue, then takes my mouth with hers, transferring the drug to me.

Our tongues dual and bodies mingle, music pulsing through me. I become part of it, my essence entering the atmosphere around me like the vapor from God’s pen.

Everything feels too fucking good. More drinks are consumed, until it feels like I’m living outside my body on another plane of existence.

I’m losing myself.

My eyelids heavy. My limbs sluggish. My mind gone.

I’m floating in the emptiness of space.

Fog clouds my mind, and I hear Robbie calling to me through the haze.

“Rhett, don’t forget about me.”

I won’t, I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

Water soaks my body as rain punishes down on me. The drops turn to acid, corroding my skin, burning me through to the bone. The sounds chop and change as my vision swims in and out, and there’s a constant ringing humming through the torrent.

RING. RING. RING.

Everything is gray, dripping down the walls of my subconscious, until the images bleed into nothing and I’m pulled into consciousness.

My heartbeat is erratic and too loud in my ears. Sweat dampens my skin, saturating the sheets I find myself on.

The ringing is coming from my pocket. I’m in my bed. What the fuck? I don’t even remember leaving the club. I’m shirtless, but still wearing the black jeans that look like melted black crayon against my skin. My flesh hums with an itch of a thousand tiny legs crawling under the surface. My head is groggy as fuck.

The ringing stops and immediately starts up again. I fish my cell from my pocket, and something comes with it, dropping to the floor with a clink.

Leaning over the side of the bed, I will the nausea to retreat and frown at the gold coin laying on the floor.

A skull image with writing beneath it decorates one side. Picking it up, I flick it over in my palm. The Elite Seven is embossed on the other side, and a tingle spreads throughout my body. My cell shrills in my hand, and God’s name flashes on the screen. I swipe to answer his call.

“About time,” his voice echoes down the line, but it’s too close. My door pushes open, and God waltzes in, throwing his cell down on the bed and then catapulting himself onto the space next to me.

“I’ve been trying to call you for hours.” He looks tired. Shades cover his eyes, but his skin is paler than usual.

“I don’t even remember getting back here,” I tell him. “I woke up with this.” I offer him the coin, and he sits up on one elbow, taking the coin and grinning.

   
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