Miss Independent.

Chapter 9: No More Good Girl

Chapter 9: No More Good Girl

Peyton sat at the VIP table with Christian. They had only been to the club for about ten minutes and he was already on his sixth shot. She didn't realized he liked his liquor so much. Stark was down at the bar getting more drinks for everyone. Olivia was downing cosmos in seconds flat. She kept shooting Christian slutty glances which was really pissing Peyton off. Stark came back with more drinks. Peyton thanked Stark for her drink.

“So Peyton, how long have you been with Christian?” Olivia asked her words slurred.

“Long enough.” Peyton snapped.

Stark smirked which pissed Peyton off for some reason.

“Well so you know he is amazing in the bed.” She giggled.

Peyton smirked.

“Oh I’m sure he is. I mean Olivia you must be more woman than I am. I could never give up such a great man like Christian.” She said running her hands up Christian's chest. He chuckled nervously and took a large gulp of some alcoholic concoction.

Olivia glared at Peyton. Peyton just smiled. Take that bitch. Peyton thought.

Olivia twirled her hair and smirked.

“Want to dance Starky poo?” She cooed fidgeting with a button on his shirt. Unbuttoning it to show a little more skin.

Peyton felt jealousy stir. She needed to get her hands off him, before he caught a STD. Stark smirked and pulled her in close.

“Let's skip the foreplay and get straight to the point.” He said playing along.

He could see the look in Peyton's eyes. The jealousy he knew all too well. He wasn't quite ready to give into her yet. He wanted to watch her suffer.

Olivia giggled her slutty giggle.

Christian glared at Stark. Why did he have his filthy paws on his woman. He looked over at Peyton and noticed her glaring as well. What was up with that? Christian couldn't help the part of him that wanted Olivia back. He couldn't help but feel his old feelings for her resurfacing, but he could feel new ones for Peyton showing up. He was in quite a pickle.

“Wanna dance?” Peyton asked Christian.

“Um...I'm not that really great of a dancer.” He said.

“Sure you are! We use to grind all the time. Remember stud.” Olivia purred.

Peyton glared at her harder.

“Christian, trust me I can show you some moves. Trust me I’ll make it worth your while.” Peyton said licking her lips.

Christian swallowed hard and his eyes were clouded with lust. He nodded and stood up. Peyton bit her bottom lip and lead him down to the dance floor, Olivia drug Stark close behind them. The music was a heavy beat. She swayed her hips to the beat. Christian watched very interested now. Peyton smirked when she didn't only attract Christian's attention but Stark was now watching with lust filled eyes.

Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone. She danced her way around Christian rubbing her hand down his chest across his shoulders and leaned in close lightly blowing on his neck. He stiffened. Oh she was good. She slid her hands back up his chest,grinding her hips against his. She lanced her fingers his hair and she felt his hands grip her hips tight. She smirked a sexy smile and turned around shaking her butt to beat against his hips. She felt him match her movements and she knew she had him. She glanced over at Stark and bit her bottom lip. She let out a small chuckle at the look on Olivia's face. She looked like she was going to be sick.