Playing with The Devil *Book 2*

*Really, Again*

Charlie's POV

    "You are such fucking dick! Go back to Italy and never come back." I screamed at him. Jacob looked unphased and just looked at me.

    "I hate you. I hate you so much!" I screamed punching his shoulders. He just let me.

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~Earlier that day~

    "Darren and his buddies are stopping by for a little while." I mumbled to Jacob as he watched me braid my hair. He rolled his eyes but gave me a quick nod.

The noise of the doorbell and Ben yelling 'I got it' rang throughout the apartment. I looked over at Jacob to see him scowling at the ground.

"You play nice." I said pointing at him while giving him a dark look. He rolled his eyes before standing up and walking out of my room.

    Fast forward a few hours and Kat decided that we would all go to a club. I am not complaining, I needed to get away from all the tension between Jacob and Darren.

  Constantly the two glared at each other. It was like they were have a silent battle between them. Everyone in the room was picking up on it as well.

   Kat and I went up to my room where she decided to steal some of my clothes since we are around the same body type and size.

    She wore black leather shorts with a pink crop top. Under her shorts she wore fishnet tights. She paired that with a pair of black knee high boots.

I on the other hand just chose a black mid thigh dress. I kept it more simple but still sexy.

I felt eyes on me as I walked down the stairs.

Darren stared at me with complete lust. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth and his eyes scanned down my body. I hated every second of it.

"Let's go!" Ben said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door. I laughed and followed behind my crazy friend. We all piled into our van and made our way to the near by club.

    When we arrived we got out of the car and made our way to the bouncer. A large line stood in front of the door but we walked to the front.

   "Charlie!" The bouncer exclaimed with a small smile. He pulled me into a quick hug before lifting the red rope for us.

   The smell of alcohol filled my nose and I was instantly at ease.

   "Let's party bitches!" Kat said looping her arms with Ben and I. The three of us instantly went to the bar, the rest of the boys following behind us slowly.

   "Now if it isn't my two favorite party animals." August the bartender said with a wide grin. If you hadn't noticed already, Kat and I are very popular around here. I got introduced with this place during an assignment and instantly clicked with the workers. This became the place where my group would go when we needed to let loose.

   Kat and I leaned forward and pressed kisses on both of his cheeks. The young bartender in front of us blushed and smiled sweetly at us.

   "The usual?" He asked which we replied with smiles and nods. He quickly made up our fruity vodka and passed it to Kat, Gavin, Ben, and I. Then he turned to the rest of them.

   "What can I get you guys?" He asked placing the washrag that used to be on his shoulder onto the table.

   "All of us want beers." One of Darren's friends spoke up. With a quick nod August made up their drinks and passed it to them.

   "Bye August, see you soon!" I called out with a wave. He just smirked and began wiping down the counter.

   We all sat around a circle table on the side of the club. Darren and his friends along with mine kept a conversation. Well all but Jacob. He just watched with a bored expression. Kat and I both have had four of the Vodka drinks while the rest of the group were still on their second.

   "Charlie lets go dance! This is my song!" Kat slurred with a laugh. With a wide smile I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the table. We made it to the dance floor and instantly let the music envelope us.

   Kat and I dance together and probably looked like crazed idiots. Eventually Gavin came and stole Kat away to dance and boy did she looked excited. I was swaying my hips to the music when a pair of hands sat themselves on my waist.

  I looked up to find a man who seemed to be around my age. I couldn't really tell his looks due to how dark the club was.

   His hands stayed on my waist as we danced to the music. His hands never dropped any lower nor did they go any higher.

   It was long before he was ripped off of me. I quickly turned around to see Jacob holding the man up by the collar of his shirt, throwing punch after punch. I quickly ran over to him and tugged on his shirt trying to get him off.

   "Jacob get off of him!" I yelled and tried pulling harder. It took both of Darren's friend and the security guard to get Jacob off. Jacob was pissed and everyone knew it. Jacob's eyes instantly locked with mine when he was pulled away but I looked down at at the man. Blood ran from his nose and lip, you could already see a bruise forming around his eye.

   With a huff I grabbed Jacob's arm and began dragging him out of the building. Once we were outside and on the other side of the parking lot I dropped his arm and glared up at him.

   "This is the second time you've done with to me. First at your club and now this. You've got to stop doing this." I scolded glaring at him. He just huffed.

  "What the hell were you thinking!" I scolded. I just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

   "I didn't like it." He stated after a few moments of silence.

   "You're not going to like everything I do all the time Jacob. I was having fun." I said, the alcohol slowly wore off the angrier I got.

   "He was treating you like some whore. You call that fun!" He snapped pulling at the ends of his hair.

   "He was not treating me like a whore! We were dancing!" I snapped back. He chuckled deeply.

   "Do you dance like a whore with other guys at clubs too?" He said which instantly made me pissed.

   "It is not your problem is I dance like anything because I am not your girlfriend Jacob. You messed that up five years ago." I yelled. Jacob rolled his eyes.

"You know what, you are such fucking dick! Go back to Italy and never come back." I yelled at him. Jacob looked unphased and just looked at me.

"I hate you. I hate you so much!" I screamed punching his shoulders. He just let me. I kept hitting and hitting hoping it would ease the anger but it didn't. The more I hit the angrier I got at him.

   "I am not a whore and I don't deserve to be treated the way that you have been treating me." I said quietly, just enough for him to hear. I turned around and walked away, but I didn't make it far before fingers made their way around my wrist. I turned my head and looked at Jacob. Regret filled his features as he looked at me.

   "I didn't mean what I said. I was just so an-" I cut him off.

    "Go to hell." I said before ripping my wrist out of his grip and walking away. Fuck you Jacob Sinclair.