Damien
Doesn’t matter what she’s wearing
We’re just going to end up tearing it off
“Quinn,” Sarah sings, shaking my shoulder. “We’re lost.”
Laughing quietly to myself over Damien’s text, I type the address into the GPS on my phone. “Go straight through here,” I direct. “Then take this next left.”
“Is Damien coming?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yeah.”
“And let me guess. His friends are coming, too,” she guesses.
“Yup.”
“Why do they always tag along with him? It’s kind of weird.”
“Because I want them to.”
She snorts under her breath, swerving around another car. “Why? They go everywhere with you guys. You’d think all four of you are together.”
“We are,” I confidently reply.
“You’re fucking all three of them?” she gasps, bursting into laughter. “I’m so jealous. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Adam’s street,” I abruptly point out. “It’s right up the hill.”
“Don’t change the subject,” she rushes out, taking a long drag from her cigarette before flicking the ashes out the window. “You can’t just tell me that you’re in a four-way relationship and then not give me the details!”
“I sleep with them all. I go on dates with them all. I have feelings for all three of them. And yes, they’re all incredible in bed.”
“Which one makes you come, though? That’s the real question,” she says, laughing.
“They all do.”
Her eyes widen as she shoots me a glare. “No way,” she dully replies. “That’s impressive. I can’t even remember the last time a guy got me off.”
“Seriously?”
“Sadly enough.” She sighs, looking my way with a flirty smile. “Biggest dick?”
“They’re all huge.”
“Really?”
Smiling wide, I burst into laughter. “They’re massive.”
“I am so fucking jealous.”
I laugh even harder.
“Have you ever been to a masquerade party?” she asks, shifting the subject.
“Nope.”
“They had one last New Year’s Eve. It was so crazy,” she tells me. “I don’t even remember how I got home.”
“So, we keep these on the whole night?” I question, pulling down the visor to look in the mirror as I pull on my beautiful, silver mask that covers the top of my face.
“Yeah. Everyone is dressed in fancy clothes, too. Kyle’s parents own this house but they’re in Spain apparently, so he has it all to himself. He throws New Year’s Eve parties every year. It’s literally a mansion,” she explains.
“Must be nice to have that kind of money.”
“Right,” she agrees. “Oh, you can turn off your GPS. I know where I am now. You’re going to die when you see this place.”
She was right.
Astonishment washes over me once we reach the front entrance, driving through the tall, opened gate. We’re welcomed by trees decorated with bright, white lights as we make our way up the hill. Taking in every unique and gorgeous detail of the white mansion in the distance, a burst of adrenaline overwhelms me. There are cars parked in what seems like every direction. This place is packed.