'Couldn't avoid me any longer hey?' Harry's snarky tone drips from his lips, softly curling into a devilish smirk.
'Don't you have anything better to do?' I huff exasperatedly.
Harry looks at me with dangerously innocent eyes, replying sweetly, 'I c...
Her blue eyes quickly break contact with mine, flicking back to Liam as he finishes making her drink. I watch as he lazily places his arm around the back of her neck, tugging her slightly closer as he does so. Her delicate hand still holds her lit cigarette as she accepts the drink, her eyes staying trained on his face.
Her plump, pink lips move slightly, probably thanking him for the alcohol, before he swiftly leans in, whispering something into her ear. My jaw locks and I feel my body get hot.
I don't know what's gotten into her tonight, but she's being so bold. I mean, just look at her outfit. My throat seized up and my eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw the way the tight silk hugged her curves, the hem of her dress alluding to much more than just skin.
I thought she'd be terrified coming to a place like this, but she's surprised me once again, reminding me of the fact that I know nothing about this girl. But I want to. I need to. Her involvement in everything has become more mysterious, more critical, every day.
She seems quiet, but I know there's more to it than that. She's hiding something, she has to be. I just need to gain her trust enough for her to tell me.
My eyes are still trained on her profile, when I hear the man in front of me laugh loudly at his own joke.
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I raise my glass back to my lips and take a deep drink, covering up the fact that I haven't been paying attention. My eyes move on their own accord, flicking back to the couch.
Avery's body is now leaning into Liam's side, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes crinkle slightly. She's laughing. I feel my shoulders tense, averting my gaze back to the man still rambling on about fucking nonsense. My foot begins to tap impatiently, my black boots hitting the ground repeatedly.
Why was she laughing? She better be getting that information. I swear to God if she's just flirting with him...
My ears are ringing from the loud music still blaring through the speakers, but I can't hear anything. My eyes shift back to the girl, now lightly slapping Liam's arm. He mock gasps, before charismatically laughing and leaning closer. He places his hand on her knee, keeping it there for a second before slowly trailing it up her smooth skin.
My fist clenches at my side, my other hand bringing my glass to my lips, allowing me to down the rest of its contents. I shut my eyes and quickly shake my head as I place the empty glass down on the closest table.
Fucking Liam. Of course he'd be all over her. I mean, isn't that why I brought Avery to this club? I knew he wouldn't be able to resist her. But she's supposed to be doing a job, not making eyes at the target.
I focus on twisting my rings, trying desperately to keep my mind on anything but the way his large hand is still trailing up her leg, hesitating around her obnoxiously risen hem.
