Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(8)

“Yeah, well, that one is biting me firmly in the ass now. When we first met, she had a boyfriend, and now ... now she’s single and trying to get over the douchebag who fucked her over. It’s hard because she’s curious about everything.”

My brother’s kryptonite, curiosity.

“Stay strong, brother, stay strong,” I say, slapping him on the back.

“I’m practically a fucking saint.” He groans. I call bullshit, but I’ll let him live in his world of denial.

“Why don’t we join them?” I say which earns me more stony glares.

Fuck them! I want to meet this woman in pink. The way her eyes are wide with excitement as she watches the show in the cube. Her cheeks are flushed pink with equal parts desire and embarrassment. I like it.

“Guys, come on ... I want to meet the beauty in pink.”

My brother turns to Axel who grumbles something in rock star and sighs before holding out his hand in a lead-the-way gesture.

“Evening, ladies,” I say, greeting the three beauties, laying on my British accent that women love.

“And who are you?” the woman in white asks looking me over before noticing Nate standing behind me.

“My brother,” Nate answers. There’s a warning tone to his voice, and I’m not sure if it’s directed at her or me.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Nate’s brother,” she says with a wide smile.

“It’s Alex. My name is Alex,” I introduce myself properly as these two idiots seem to have forgotten their manners. My eyes fall on the woman in pink, those green eyes meeting mine as a small smile crosses her lips. Before I have a chance to introduce myself further, my brother interrupts me.

“If you will excuse us, I might show Camryn around. I haven’t had a chance to give her much of a tour yet,” he explains to the group. Camryn looks up at my brother with heated eyes and follows him. Oh yeah, he is so not following his rules with her, and by that look she’s giving him, they have well and truly crossed any lines that were drawn in the sand.

“So, ladies, are you both single?” I ask, trying to break the awkwardness.

“Yes, we are,” the woman in red answers me.

Axel’s face looks like thunder at her answer.

What the hell is going on between these two.

“Really? I’m pretty sure your fiancé back in England might say something different, don’t you?” Axel growls out the words to the woman in red. Oh shit.

The woman in pink grimaces at Axel’s comment.

“Fiancé?” I mouth to the woman in pink. She nods and adds in an eye roll for special effect.

“I’m pretty sure he is screwing every single woman in London as we speak, so I don’t think he has grounds to stand on to be upset,” she yells back at Axel.

I look over at the girl in pink, and she gives me a subtle head nod. This is crazy, no wonder Axel looked like thunder when he saw the woman in red.

“Yet, you still continue with this farce of an engagement. I don’t know if I should admire your loyalty or your stupidity for the cause,” Axel spits back.

This is like a tennis match as my head turns back and forth between the two of them as they go all out serve for serve.

“I was pretty stupid to think that you were any different than all the other men I have been with. In the end, you’re all the same, you think with your dicks,” she yells back at Axel.

Right, this is getting a tad uncomfortable.

“Maybe we should leave them alone for a moment,” I say to the girl in pink.

“Yeah, I think so,” she replies, moving over to where I’m standing.

“Of course, I was thinking with my dick. It was hypnotized by your magic pussy,” we hear Axel say before we even have a chance to turn around. Then we watch in slow motion as the woman in red’s hand comes out and connects with the side of Axel’s cheek.

Slap.

The sound echoes between the four of us, and it lets me know that it was a hard slap.

“Shit,” the woman in pink curses beside me.

“Is that why you’re here tonight, to mesmerize some poor guy with your damsel-in-distress routine?” Axel continues arguing with the woman.

“Screw you, Axel,” she spits back at him. The woman in pink takes a step forward to comfort her friend.

“You wish, darlin’, you damn well wish,” Axel argues back.

“You think that I can’t get anyone else?”

“Oh, darlin’, I know no one else out there is going to be able to compete with me. I’m the best you’ve ever had. I remember the way you screamed my name as I fucked you like no one has before.”

Well, damn.

The woman in pink beside me gasps at Axel’s words.

Man, you are ruining my night for me.

“Okay, I can see this situation is going south real quick, but I need to know what your name is?” I turn and ask her.

“Ivy, I’m Camryn’s sister,” she replies quickly.

I like that name … Ivy.

“Fuck you! I’ll show you, Axel Taylor. You aren’t as special as you think you are.” The woman in red then cusses at the rock star as she turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd.

“That’s Olivia. She’s my best friend and not normally this crazy,” Ivy adds. “I should go and, you know …” she says, but Axel is moving much faster and following her friend.