I roll my eyes. Good to know Vincent isn’t the only asshole in this crowd.

“It was lovely to meet you all,” my mother says. But her tone pretty much says the opposite.

“You too,” Addison says quickly, giving me the most heartfelt I’m-sooooooo-sorry look.

She pulls both boys away by their offensive t-shirts, but not before Vincent gives me the biggest shit-eating grin on the planet. For one second, I stare after him. Black jeans, fine ass, broad shoulders, sleeves of tattoos, and the words Bite Me shaved into the back of his head.

I turn back to Kevin. He’s smiling at me and holding up the keys to his Porsche.

Fuck, I hate buttons.


The End