I knew that with a certainty that I wish I didn’t.
The thought of him caring for her felt almost as shocking as knowing she was his sister. Lucas had never mentioned having a sister before, and I most certainly had not heard Mr. Vos talk of a daughter. I would have remembered it if I had.
I used to consider Lucas my friend, but just thinking of his betrayal made my stomach ache and my hands dig into my chair.
Josie was a Vos.
That was the only thing I needed to know.
It didn’t matter that she was gorgeous or even a bit charming. It didn’t matter that I had wanted to fuck her the moment her soft lips touched mine.
She had looked up at me like she wanted me, like she didn’t even care or know who my family was, but that was all a lie.
The only look I cared about now was the one she had given me when she left. She was so angry, her face had fallen, and she looked like she hated me as much as I hated her.
Good.
I wanted her to hate me.
I wanted to ruin her and her smug fucking brother. But most of all, I wanted to ruin her damn father, who thought he was untouchable.
He was the one who kept Lucas protected from what he did. He had money and power, and he wielded it like a sword.
It didn’t matter that my father had the same advantages. He would never allow me to get away with what Lucas had.
I looked over the people still drinking and trying to get laid, and I clicked on my phone. I searched her name on Instagram, and she quickly pulled up. She only had a few followers, and I found Lucas’s name at the very top.
I clicked off her followers and scrolled through her photos. She was gorgeous in all of them, and that only served to piss me off. There were no pictures of anyone else. Not Lucas, not her dad, not any sort of boyfriend.
“What was that about?” Cami sat down on my lap, and I quickly tucked my phone in my pocket.
“What?”
“That.” She waved her hand toward the door Lucas had left through only moments before. I had followed him back to the house as he had stormed down the beach with Josie’s hand in his. She had jerked her hand from his as soon as their house came back into view, and she disappeared through the gate as if she had never been there at all.
Lucas kept walking though. His expensive car and his stupid friends were still back at that party. But every bit of the party was forgotten to him as he jerked his keys from his pocket and stormed out the front.
I was thankful. I didn’t have any more energy to give Lucas tonight.
He was pissed and everyone knew it, but I didn’t give a shit what they knew. I didn’t care if they thought I fucked his sister out on that dark beach like she was nothing but a whore.
Cami ran her fingers through my hair, and I pressed the back of my head against the chair and looked up at her. I used to feel something when I looked at her. There used to be a rush of attraction and the thrill of thinking about what she would do with her mouth.
But those feelings were gone. The urge to push her away from me was overwhelming.
“That girl.” There was a tone of jealousy in her voice, but I knew it was all for show. Cami didn’t care about me. She didn’t care for much of anything but herself. But that wasn’t really fair. She had cared for Frankie after everything happened. When no one else was there, she had been the one my sister could turn to.
Because Frankie had refused to turn to me.
“That’s Lucas’s sister.”
Her eyes rounded in shock. “What?”
I tightened my hand around her waist and tried to make the feel of her body make me forget the feel of Josie’s.
“I didn’t know he had a sister.”
“Neither did I.”
Her gaze snapped to mine at my tone. Cami knew how much I hated Lucas. She knew what kind of toll it took on me to even be in the same room as him.
“What happened with her?”
“Nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
My hand tightened further, and I wanted to throw Cami from my lap. She had no right to judge me or act like a jealous girlfriend. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought or what we made them believe.
The two of us knew where we stood.
The two of us together had been unstoppable. No one ever fucked with us, but I still had the freedom to fuck whoever I wanted.
Cami pretended we were still more than what we were, and I let her. She used me to keep her freedom from her parents who would never approve of the real choices she was making, and I had used her to make my sister feel like she was alive again.
We had both needed each other once upon a time, and that need had morphed into something different. Cami was using me to hide her secrets, and I was now using her for her perfect pink mouth.
It was the best of both worlds for me. I got to be with Cami or any other girl I wanted, and no one had any real expectations from me. None of them were expecting a Prince Charming, thank fuck, because I wouldn’t give that to any of them.
Not even Cami.
“Did something happen between you all?” She smiled as another girl walked by us and toyed with the chain around my neck.
“Nothing worth noting.”
“So, I shouldn’t be worried about this?” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. “You’re shaking, you’re so angry.”
She was right. I was. My grip on her and the arm of the couch was brutal and bruising, but I felt like
