Free Total Trainwreck by Evie Claire

blaze, livid and dark, watching Spence’s hand work its way over my body. Again hope sings into my limbs. I start to speak, but stop, unsure of the words waiting on my tongue. Instead, I clear my throat and swirl my ice cubes with a finger, licking it for effect.
    “Right.” Catching himself before he makes it too obvious, he smiles quickly, rubs his lips and looks away in Heather’s general direction. “Do they have anything for motion sickness?” He waves a hand toward the bar. “Heather doesn’t do well on the water.”
    “They should. If not I’ve got something downstairs.” Spence’s hand remains on my side, tracing up and down. Me, I’m church-mouse quiet, trying to figure out if I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing in Devon or if I’m just drunk-hallucinating.
    “You look lovely.” Devon leans into me. I look up in time to see his gorgeous face coming at me. I freeze. He lands a soft kiss on my cheek in the totally platonic way every other man has air kissed me tonight. But it’s what he says next that knocks the air from my lungs. “Sunshine,” he whispers so only we can hear. His voice is hot and loaded with the memory of every orgasm he’s ever given me. It’s so much that my thighs instantly clench. A shiver shoots through me. My nickname. It’s us. It’s his way of telling me he’s not done with us. Right? Why else would you whisper your lover’s nickname in her ear?
    “Thanks.” I manage an embarrassed schoolgirl smile when he pulls away.
    What the hell am I doing? Get it together, Carly! I land an internal bitch-slap hard across my face. If anyone saw this interaction, it would be obvious as hell we’re fucking. The desire for self-preservation turns me into the actress I am, flipping that easy switch. “Who could refuse free Gucci?” I playfully toss my hair and give a small spin because I know how this outfit hugs my curves. I’m all smiles and totally carefree. Not letting on how desperate I am to know what he’s thinking. It’s the most brutal game I’ve ever played.
    “Nice boat.” He nods at Spence and disappears into the crowd. We silently watch him leave.
    “ Nice boat .” Spence mimics. “It’s a fucking yacht, asshole. I cannot believe you still want to fuck that douche bag,” Spence whispers under his breath.
    “I do not,” I shoot back, lying through my freshly whitened teeth.
    “Whatever.” Spence removes his arm from my back now that Devon’s gone and motions to the waitress for another whiskey.
    “No way!” A woman’s voice rises above the crowd, easily carried by the crisp night air. The proverbial record skips and everyone turns to see what the fuss is about. “I’m not leaving you here with her!” Heather yells at Devon, waving her hand in my direction. Only, she’s so drunk she winds up waving at the entire crowd. Spence wraps his arm around me, pulling me close, sensing how dangerous an insinuation like this is for my career. We both look around trying to figure out who this said her is. Like we don’t already know.
    Holy shit! I laugh nervously inside. Unable to believe Devon is trying to get Heather to leave and she outs him like the drunken idiot she is. She sways on her heels and is seconds from hitting the ground when Devon sweeps in and catches her bony ass. The crowd gasps and moves closer.
    “What the hell?” I ask under my breath.
    “Shit.” Spence pushes his drink into my hand for safekeeping and steps forward, ever the gentleman. Heather is out stone-cold in Devon’s arms. Spence moves to grab half of her and nods toward a door. “Nothing to see here, folks!” he yells good-naturedly over the crowd. “It isn’t a Hugo party until someone hits the floor!” Spence reminisces back to the epic parties his dad used to host. A few of the older souls nod their heads in agreement and chuckle at the new generation carrying on tradition. The crowd turns back to their drinks, but I’m struck dumb watching my night go from good