I grin at her. Maybe Keller isn’t fucking her yet, but it’s only a matter of time and by the looks of it, she knows it.
Lily glares at me, pulling her friend toward the bar. “Come on, Claire. He’s not worth the bother, trust me.”
I only smile as I let them walk away, enjoying the view. Barbie’s in a tight short skirt, but all my attention is on the tight ass in jeans.
I want to fucking bite that ass.
I decide right here, right now, that I’m done playing it safe. I went about it the wrong way. Who fucking cares I can’t keep her?
Yes, this will run its course. We’ll go our separate ways eventually, like millions of couples who end up not working out. And that’s likely the best way to ensure I truly get over her.
Playing with my phone, I watch from a distance, smiling at the dozens of times Lily glances over her shoulder, seeking me out. She catches herself and looks down every time, before returning to her friend, but her attention remains firmly on me.
“Dude, could you be any more whipped?” Noah drawls.
“Doubt it,” I admit, making him laugh.
I’m just done with the stupid program I’m playing with when I sense Lily’s attention on me.
I smile as she marches toward me. Her hands on her hips, she narrows her eyes at me. “Why are you watching me?”
Oh, darling. If you only knew just how closely I watch you.
“I’m wondering if the proportions are right. What do you think?”
I offer her my phone, screen unlocked. She gasps in outrage just as I knew she would. “What the fuck?”
The picture is ridiculous, quite obviously manipulated. I used one of her profile pictures and let a dumb AI program undress her. The result is laughable. The body looks at least twenty years older than her face, with fake tits to boots.
“You can’t do that!” she rages, moving to delete the picture.
I snatch the phone back before she can, holding it out of range. “Maybe I should post them on the school forum, ask others to weigh in on the accuracy, huh?”
“Don’t you fucking dare, you son of a bitch.”
“Tut-tut. Watch your tongue, Lily darling.” I grin. “I could be persuaded though. Perhaps with a kiss.”
That only serves to enrage her further.
“You can’t just remove my clothes with some dumb program and post that!” she shrieks, jumping up to try to get the device. I hold it out of range. “I could sue you!”
I smirk. “You can’t afford to, darling.”
I’ve seen the state of her bank balance.
“Plus, my lawyers can take you. And let’s face it. It wouldn’t stop the world from seeing the picture.”
Not that I actually intend on doing anything with that atrocious image other than teasing her with it, but still.
“You’re vile!” she yells.
“Yeah, yeah. But you can kiss me or become the newest porn star in Thorn Falls. Up to you.” I shrug.
I’m still laughing when Barbie steps into view, hand shaking although her eyes are resolved. “You sure about that?” she says. “Because even a shitty lawyer can nail your ass after a recorded confession, not to mention some blackmail on top.”
I stare at her, quite frankly astonished by the sheer audacity of this newcomer. Like, what the fuck? This nobody who’s been here for less than a week actually threatened me with exposure, with a video taken on our turf?
Fucking hell, she’s an idiot.