Kylie wasted no time digging into her bag for something to wear and as she got dressed, Gracie dug through her bag. Sheād been hiding clothes that her father wouldnāt approve of for years. Not that sheād really ever been able to wear them anywhere. Eventually sheād decided on a simple tight black crop top and a pair of tight blue leggings She darkened her make-up just as Kylie was getting ready to get out of the car.
"See you inside babe." she said and Gracie gave her a wave letting her know she heard her as she drew on thick liner finishing each eye with a showy wingtip. She painted her lips with deep red lipstick before swapping her black flats for a pair of black heels, not that she needed them, she was already fairly tall. Finally she pulled her hair out of its bun letting her long dark golden brown hair fall in natural waves around her face and she could remember a time she ever looked that stunning or that slutty in all honesty. She almost didnāt recognize herself.
Before she headed inside she pulled out her cell phone, dialing her little brotherās number. Only all she got was his voice mail and she sighed as she tossed her phone into the glove box, before grabbing her purse and slipping out of the car. She was in the business of breaking hearts and she was better than good. She had a brilliant poker face and she knew exactly how to play a guy and the guy she had her heart set on playing was Matt. It was an addiction if she was being honest the rush she got from playing with a guy, it was like the perfect drug.
She slipped into the party, looking out over the unfamiliar sea of faces for either Matt or Kylie. However, she knew itād be nearly impossible to find Kylie, just like if Kylie needed her Iād be near impossible to find her. Sure they were best friends, but they tended to go their own ways at parties unless there was an emergency. She placed a cigarette between her lips lighting it and taking a drag off of it as she decided where she wanted to start and what kind of trouble she wanted to get herself into.
Tyler was starting to get really numb, the kind of numb heād spend the past year building himself up to. It was the kind of numb the mad him bitter and cold, but it also made him forget. Heād sold his soul to a life of drugs, sex, and murder and there was no saving him. Even if he had the chance to be saved he probably wouldnāt take it. The cruel reality of it was he was made for that life. Being good at killing people ran through his veins and being bad was in his DNA. He refused to die, yet all he wanted to do was be dead.
Everything blended around him a haze of smoke and faces. He couldnāt clearly see anyone and he didnāt care as long as he got through the party and when he woke he wouldnāt remember a thing. He took a long inhale from his joint as Vikki changed positions on his lap so that she was straddling him. His head was rested on the back of the couch as her lips moved along his neck. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her lips to his and kissed her hard. She moaned against his lips causing him to smirk, he had that effect on most girls.
He rocked his head forward, glancing out over the faces as Bunny continued her lips along his jawline. It was then he caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair. Of course there were a million fake blondeās in La Vegas, especially when it came to the show girl, Bunny being one of them, but he knew that walk, he knew her posture. He could pick her out in a room full of blondeās. Then again, what the hell was she doing there of all places. It wasnāt right he had to be seeing things. He pushed Vikki off of him standing up.
āBabe, what is wrong with you tonight!ā she yelled over the music. He glanced back to her over his shoulder, giving her a look as if telling her to shut the fuck up and stay where she was.
He wasnāt sure it was her and he was pretty positive it wasnāt, but on the off chance it was, he wanted her out of there. Not because he didnāt want to see her, but because as much as he knew all too well that she just trying to break free of the life sheād been raised getting mixed up in his world was not the way to go about it and he still had enough sense to know that he cared more about her then he was willing to admit. He followed her for a long to lagging behind her until he was sure it was her and when sheād gone out to the backyard where it was more private, he took his chance, grabbing her by her elbow and turning her to face him. Seeing her face up close again and feeling that heat between them was almost too much and her fought the familiar urge to lean in and kiss her, only on the outside he remained calm as if he didnāt know her, like heād completely forgotten them and the truth was it was better for the both of them if she believed that.
āWhat the fuck are you doing here?ā he spat a little harsher then he meant to, but he kept his eyes cold and his facial expression hard.