Chapter 32

ANYA

This Halloween party is breaking so many laws.

The temperature is stifling, bodies fill every square foot of space, and people are openly fucking—even next to where food and drinks are being served. And those drinks are free-flowing tonight.

No kidding, this is the first time I have seen this much wildness at this posh club. Luca Kane killed it this year—this will be a bash the members talk about for years.

I bob my head to the music the DJ plays, swaying my body as I walk through the crowd of people. Everyone looks so good in their costumes, but I keep my eyes peeled for Vanessa’s. She arrived earlier than me since I was taking too much time perfecting my zombie makeup.

Half of my face has a grotesque look, while the other half is just me. The skimpy nurse’s costume I am wearing is tight, accentuating my curves and making me appear slutty and alluring. Just how I wanted.

I am kind of disappointed that Dimitri isn’t here to see me this way; I planned for the costume to be a reward for his eyes.

To aid in my search, I flag down one of the serving boys who is walking around half-drunk. His name is Jamie, and he is known for being a sex addict. He proves that rumor to be true when his eyes sparkle as he spots me. He nearly trips himself in his hurry to get to me.

He pulls me to his chest, and I gasp before asking, “Have you seen Vanessa?” I instantly regret it, though, as his stinking mouth breathes on me, making me turn my face away in disgust.

“She went with a guy.” He points a thumb to a corner with a privacy curtain drawn. “Think she fucking?”

“Ew! Get off me! You stink!” I yell, pushing him off me.

He stumbles, colliding with Kylie, another serving girl. Kylie slaps him, thinking he knowingly stumbled into her, and I laugh at his shocked expression. “It’s Halloween, bitch!” he shouts after her as she walks away with a frown.

Leaving him, I head for the direction he pointed at, calling Vanessa’s name. “Vanessa? Nessa—” I stop just short of pulling back the curtain when voices from behind it cause my jaw to drop.

“Oh…oh, astronomer! Yes! Yes!” Vanessa’s voice is profoundly recognizable as she pants aloud. The bass of the music is nothing compared to the sound of her loud calls.

I hide myself against the wall, placing a hand on my mouth to hide my grin. Vanessa always lies to me that no man can ever make her moan like a slut. This just proves otherwise. I wonder who this astronomer guy is.

“Your pussy is so good, Van.” A deep growl follows Vanessa’s shrieking, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin. “It’s gripping me so good.”

These Private Affairs men sure do have a skill for talking dirty.

My nipples harden as I remember all the filthy words Dimitri murmured in my ears every time he was inside me.

“Oh! Fuck me!” Vanessa shouts. “Fuck me harder!”

“Yes…oh. I’m going to cum. Cum with me?”

“Yes!”

Their lovemaking sounds turn faster and sloppier before both of them grunt together in what is definitely a blissful release.

Grabbing the curtain, I draw it open. “Nessa?”

My best friend, dressed in a pink panther costume, jumps at the sound of my voice. “Oh, fuck!” She drops her leg that was slung over the crook of an astronomer’s arm.

The guy is covered from head to toe, and the helmet he is wearing doesn’t give any view of his face. Vanessa can’t stop giggling as the astronomer turns away from me, and the sound of him zipping himself makes me bite the inside of my cheek.

Vanessa clears her throat. “Anya, when did you come? I was waiting for you.”

From the way she speaks, I know she is drunk already. And the party just started.

She throws her arms around me, plastering kisses all over my face. “Hey! Astronomer!” she calls to the guy, who, turning, looks comically faceless in his helmet. “Meet my friend—this is Anya! Anya, meet astro guy! He has been to the moon.”

She tries to push me toward the guy, but he raises his hands and steps away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t get her drunk.”

“I know,” I say. “She has a hard time controlling herself.”

The astro guy nods before disappearing among the crowd.

Vanessa watches him go, leaning over my shoulder. “I want another drink,” she mutters.

“Really?” I caress her hair out of her face. “You think that’s a good idea?”

“Who cares? I only care about the free drinks.”

“Fine, just one more.” I force her to stand up straight then fix the creases on her costume and comb her hair back to its proper state.

“You’re awesome,” she says when I am done.

“I know.” I give her a smile before dragging her with me to the bar.

We eventually get there after pushing through a throng of drunk bodies and horny men who try to grab us in inappropriate places. I kick one in the shin, which keeps the others away. Vanessa laughs at my actions, and the sound is so sweet that it makes me grin.

Tapping on the bar, I catch the attention of the cute bartender after I sit. “Gin and tonic,” I order, and look at Vanessa, who is standing beside my stool.

She shrugs. “Same.”

The bartender smiles, nodding, and starts to prepare our drinks.

Vanessa and I watch the entryway, sharing comments between us about anyone who enters with some weird costume on. I manage to bring back Vanessa’s happy attitude, and by the time the tenth person enters, she is back to making jokes.

“Here you go, ladies!” The bartender hands us our drinks.

“Thanks!” we cheer together.

I raise my glass, and Vanessa does the same. “Here’s to being together always,” I announce, clinking our glasses together.

“Cheers!”

We both take a sip of our drinks, but before I can swallow, a new person enters the party, causing me to choke as I take in his appearance.

He is in all-black attire consisting of jeans, shoes, and a hoodie covering his huge body. Over his face is a red zombie mask that doesn’t show any part of him except for his eyes. The sleeves of his hoodie are rolled up, exposing fine tattoos upon strong forearms.

Tattoos I have gotten so used to tracing that I could recognize them anywhere.

Vanessa slaps my back when she sees me choking. I cough, collecting myself.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“That zombie guy.” I point in the direction of the guy, who appears to be searching for something. He pushes past people, his body language suggesting discomfort.

Vanessa follows my line of sight. “And?”

“That’s Dimitri.”

“His entire face is covered by that mask. How do you even know?”

That man is obviously him; anyone with eyes could see that. Opening my mouth to tell her so, I hold my tongue when I see how unsteady she is on her heels. No wonder she can’t comprehend things. She can barely even stand upright.

Sighing, I place my drink on the counter, climb off the stool, and push her onto it. “Just sit here and wait,” I tell her, then turn to the bartender. “Can you keep an eye on her for me, please?”

The bartender nods, and Vanessa sighs, sipping her drink.

I leave her and head toward Dimitri, who is now walking away from me. He keeps moving ahead, though, and by the time I am close enough to call out to him, we are in a less crowded corner. “Look at you!” I make him halt with my impromptu exclamation. “You came.”

The zombie guy spins to face me, and I peer through the holes in his mask to find the amber eyes behind them dilate when they take me in. The hungry look in them has my pussy dripping already. Heat blooms on my skin when his gaze skates over me from top to bottom.

“How couldn’t I?” Dimitri says, stepping closer. “I had to see my sexy nurse for myself.”