The Handsome Devil

Chapter 57 - The break-up

Walking into Nomad alongside Jessie, Victoria nearly bursted with confidence. After finding out Connor is Max's brother, she thought there's nothing left about him that could surprise her.

Well, I stand corrected.

Then again, what could have possibly prepared her for the sight of his content self, whiskey in hand and feet up on top of the expensive desk? Moreover, if someone told her he'll greet her by running over, lifting her by her waist, and giving her few spins, she would laugh into their face.

But it did happen, and it was by far the strangest experience of her life.

Although the man didn't say as much in words, it was clear she has delighted him and it left her hungry for more.

The first time, Max caught her of guard. The second time, he had the balls to let her wait. But the third time's the charm, and it filled her with sense of empowerment as she followed her 'boyfriend' through the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

There's no saying when the devil will join them, but Connor swore they got all the entrances covered, so it's her time to celebrate up untill they announce the grand arrival. As for Jessie, he was still his bitter self, but it turned out that after a couple of tequilas, they can actually talk without trying to scratch each others' eyes out.

It was no deep conversation, mostly an exchange of comments on neutral topics such as the club's atmosphere or music, but it was something.

However, it didn't take long before the liquor mercilessly pushed on Victoria's bladder and she hopped of the stool to find the ladies room. When she returned to their spot, the seats were occupied by two middle-aged strangers and Jessie was nowhere to find.

Huh, strange.

Luckily for Victoria, by then she had liquid courage enough to journey to the dance floor. A remix of old rock hit was blasting through the speakers, and she let herself go entirely and cheerfully twitched and jumped to the rhythm. All the tequila went straight into her head and occasionally sent her body bumping into strangers, but she couldn't care less.

That is, at first.

Once she realized she has backed into the same person three times in a row, it occurred to her apology might be in place. Nonetheless, before she could turn around to do so, the stranger's body pressed against hers from behind and started to gently rock them from side to side as if they were one.

Is it Jessie?

The thought of her fake boyfriend getting frisky nearly made her gag. After all, even Victoria had her limits.

But as she glanced towards the hand that sneaked to her tummy, the colourful tattoo sleeve made her jump away in shock.

"Max?!"

She could hear the words repeated through the earpiece with similar level of surprise, and it reminded her to get pissed at Connor later for letting her down.

'Don't worry, Victoria' Her inner voice ranted sarcastically. 'My men got your back'

Turning around to confirm what she already knew, her eyes took in the devil's appearance. He was dressed in dark jeans, shirt, and a black leather jacket on top, and with the slicked back hairstyle, it was the closest to his old self Victoria has seen him.

Not bad.

"Missed me?" A blind man would notice she's checking him out, and it sure boosted his ego.

"Not a bit" Victoria lied shamelessly. Her urge to put some distance between them became ubearable, but the loud music would drown out any conversation.