“What’s your name?” Spencer asks the blonde as he picks up her hand and kisses it.
“Fuck off. She’s with me,” Sebastian says.
Spencer shrugs and turns to the brunette. “So . . . what’s your name?”
“Also with me,” Sebastian replies deadpan.
“Greedy prick,” Spencer snaps as he drops her hand like a hot potato.
“Get your own.” Sebastian winks to him.
We all laugh, and the girls cuddle closer into Sebastian. What the hell . . . two women?
Jeez.
I glance over to see Elliot and Christopher talking to a group of girls in the cab line. The women are all laughing on cue as the boys flirt up a storm. I imagine what these boys are like when they are out on the town together.
I wonder if Tristan has had two women before . . . of course he has. All these men have. Rich, funny, gorgeous, and intelligent.
The jackpot of eligible bachelors.
Tristan smiles goofily down at me and kisses me again. He really is quite tipsy.
And gorgeous.
Two limousines pull up, and Jameson opens the door. “Elliot, Christopher,” he calls as he helps Emily into the car. We all climb in, and Sebastian and Spencer and the girls climb into the car behind us.
“Club 42, please,” Tristan says.
“Sure thing.” The driver smiles as he pulls out into the traffic. The boys are loud and joking, and laughter is filling the car.
The car accelerates, and I smile as I get a rush of adrenaline.
This is a fun night.
I giggle as I watch Tristan and Christopher together. They’re like two peas in a pod.
They laugh at the same things, share private jokes, and finish each other’s sentences. Similar looking, almost identical personalities, and nowhere near what I thought they were. Warm and friendly, not a cold soul sucker in sight.
From what I can tell, Elliot and Jameson are similar and look alike too.
It’s late. Last time I looked, it was four o’clock in the morning, and we are now collectively drunk. We’re in a small nightclub kind of bar, and the boys must come here a lot because they know all the staff and the DJ.
There aren’t a lot of people left, and they’ve just called last drinks. I’ve had the best night ever. Emily and I have gotten on like a house on fire, and the boys are everything I never expected.
Kind and funny. Sarcastic like Tris, but lovely just the same.
“As I play the final song for the night,” the DJ says into the mic, “with the Miles boys in the house, I had to play their anthem. ‘Freak Me’ by Silk.” A tantric beat rings out.
Freak me, baby (ah, yeah)
Freak me, baby (mm, just like that)
Freak me, baby (ah, yeah)
The boys all laugh out loud and cheer. I’m instantly dragged to the dance floor, and the boys all begin to dance as if it’s the best song in the world.
Tristan pushes me out and then twirls me. “What is this song?” I laugh out loud as I am bounced back to his body with force.
He smiles down at me as he moves us to the beat. “This was our boarding school anthem.” He pushes me out again and then spins me and brings me back to him, and I can’t contain my laughter. “We played this song in our dorm every day for our entire schooling life. We all know it word for word.”
I giggle and look around, and I see a very drunk Jameson dirty dancing with Emily as he sings to her. Elliot and Christopher have found girls somewhere and are singing to them. Sebastian is dirty dancing with his two girls, and Spencer has jumped up onstage and has dragged a waitress with him. They are slow dancing to the music. I listen to the words and laugh out loud as Tristan twirls me around.
Let me lick you up and down till you say stop
Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot
Let me do all the things you want me to do
“This is the song you sang while at school?” I giggle. Sex maniacs, the lot of them.
“Yep.” Tristan smiles down at me.
“Your favorite song was about licking women up and down?” I ask in horror.
“One hundred percent.” He pushes me out and spins me hard, and I laugh out loud. He rocks us side to side as he holds my hand in his. “Still is.” He leans down and kisses me softly, and his eyes twinkle with a certain something. “Speaking of which, let’s go home, Anderson.”
I smile up at the beautiful man in front of me. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I hear a vibration on the side table, and I frown.
Bzzz . . . bzzz . . . bzzz.
Tristan lets out a deep sigh. “Who the fuck’s that?” he mumbles.
It stops, and we both relax.
It starts again.
Bzzz . . . bzzz . . . bzzz.
Tristan sits up onto his elbow and leans over to get my phone. He fumbles and drops it, and it slips between the bed and the side table. “Fuck off,” he whispers.
My head begins to thump. “Oh God,” I whimper. “What the fuck happened last night?”
The phone continues to ring, and Tristan puts the back of his forearm over his eyes. “Fuck off . . . whoever you are,” he moans.
I wake properly and sit up. Shit. “Tris,” I say. “The kids.”
“Jesus.” He stands and feels around for the missing phone. He’s naked, and his hair is standing on end. I smile as I watch him. What a sight for sore eyes.
We can still hear my phone vibrating from its unknown location. He reaches in and pulls it out and holds it in the air. “Found the fucker.” He frowns at the screen as he reads it, and then his face drops. “It’s Barb.” He passes it over.
“Hello,” I answer. “What’s wrong?”
“Hi, Claire.”
“What is it?” My heart begins to beat faster.
“Harry’s missing.”
“What?”
“I got up to go to the bathroom just after three a. m. and stuck my head in to check on him, and he wasn’t in bed.”
I sit up in a rush. “What do you mean?”
“He snuck out, Claire, and he hasn’t come back.”
I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears. “Why didn’t you call me?” I stammer.
“I did, but you haven’t been answering.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“We’ve looked everywhere and contacted all of his friends. We thought he would come back before we were supposed to wake up so he wouldn’t get caught, but nobody has seen him.”
My heart drops.
“What?” Tristan whispers.
“Harry’s missing.”
He screws up his face. “Huh?”
“I’m on my way.” I hang up and jump out of bed.