The Devil And His Mistake (18+)

Part Eleven

Chapter Twenty-Two

"I just can't believe that he'd have the cheek to even show up," Jessica growled underneath her breath, sipping on her glass of wine. She was wearing the most beautiful, glittery dress that showed off her long legs. Jess was truly magnificent, something to worship. I knew it. She knew it. Men knew it. "What is he thinking?" She gawks.

I chuckle. "He isn't thinking, that's what makes him, him," I sigh, also taking a mouthful of my wine and swirling it around my mouth to savour the taste. "He thinks that the world revolves around him and that everything has to serve a purpose for him, including people," I add, my answer had slid into the realms of a rant. Jessica didn't mind.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "I hate men like that, no." She held a finger before her. "Allow me to correct myself, I hate men. Period," She smirked across at me.

My gaze slid towards Wayne at her statement. He was standing beside my cousin and his wife. His eyes weren't focused on me like they usually were, but he looked tense. "Not all men are bad, Jess," I whispered in response.

Jessica must've followed my gaze because I heard her tut. "Girl, that is your vagina speaking, not you," She reaches for my free hand and links her fingers into mine. "Let's dance?" My gaze finally snaps to hers and she's smirking across at me, mischief in her gaze.

"Sure," I wouldn't usually agree but I wanted to take my mind away from my ex and my present boyfriend. "Why not," I sigh, mostly to myself as she drags me towards the main room of the house. It was similar to our dining room but much larger and a lot fancier.

My mother had a lot of wealth, mostly from her numerous boyfriends and husbands throughout her years, some from my grandparents that had passed a couple of years back. "How long until Wayne comes and steals you from me?" Jessica sings, beginning to wiggle her hips in a sensual movement.

I follow her lead and chuckle. "He wouldn't," I lie, but as my eyes find my fiancee again, he was already striding toward us. I suppress the heat threatening to spread across my skin. I suppress the giddy smile finding its way to my lips and I look straight at Jessica.

She must've noticed the glint in my eye. "He's heading straight toward us, isn't he?" She smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at her but nodded my head ever so slightly. Jessica held onto my waist now, dancing along with me, a sexual manner to her movements.

I chuckled, placing my hands on her shoulders. "What are you trying to do?" I whispered, training my gaze to remain on her and not on Wayne who would be close behind us by now.

Jessica giggled. "I'm trying to prove that you aren't just a business deal for him," She winks at me, and just as she winks, Wayne appears beside us. Jessica and I turn our heads to look at him. He's staring at me. He doesn't even glance at her, which is surprising considering every man seemed monopolized by her beauty.

Not Wayne though. Not my man. Wayne's looking at me as if I'm the only woman in the entire world, never mind the entire room. "Would you care for a dance, Lilliane Rose?" Wayne almost purrs at me. A mischievous glint in those caramel eyes.

I scowl up at him at the use of my real name. Wayne's smirk deepens. "I'm about to head out and speak to an... ," She pauses momentarily, trying to figure out what excuse she was going to use. "...an old friend anyway, I'll let you two have some alone time," Jess glances between me and Wayne before slipping away from us.