Chapter 38

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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"You can put the pizzas right here," I shouted over the music, but the two frat boys stood there gawking with drool practically dripping from their mouths. I waved my hands in front of their faces to break their trance, then pointed to the kitchen island behind them. "Right behind you, boys."

They cursed and spun around to gently sit the six pizza boxes each they carried onto the table. Their wide eyes kept glancing around to all my sorority sisters dancing along to the DJs handiwork. The party was in full swing, we'd just run out of food. Fast.

"What kind of party is this?" Joey asked as he leaned around me to get a better look.

Rob nodded and licked his lips. "And how do we get invited?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's a girls-only party. No boys allowed."

Rob whined. "Why would you do such a thing?"

"When you all look so good . . ." Joey couldn't keep his eyes to himself. "What's the theme? Heaven?"

"It's Angel's eighteenth birthday, so this is our angel party for Angel." I reached into my bra and pulled out a wad of cash, then held it out to them. "Because she's a good girl. Now take your money and run or you'll be banned from all of our future parties."

Their eyes widened. Rob grabbed the cash and Joey's shirt and dragged him away. Their heads snapped left and right and back again as they beelined out the front door. I giggled and followed after them to make sure they left. Alone. Once they were in their car, I turned to the DJ and nodded to the island.

"Ladies, fresh pizza is in the kitchen!" Morgan yelled over the Nicki Minaj song she was playing. "Get it while it's hot!"

I did good. This party was going perfectly so far. As the president of the sorority, I took my role very seriously. I always made sure each sister's birthday was celebrated the way she wanted. Angel had graduated high school a year early and spent her entire freshman year here at State as a minor. That meant every frat boy on campus had a countdown until Angel was legal. Literally. So, Angel wanted a no boys allowed party. She wanted a night with just her sisters, good music, and a hell of a good time.

The theme wasn't technically Heaven, but it was angels. Each and every one of my sisters had donned white angel wings from the party store and put on their pretty white dresses. We knew the second we told a single one of the frats they could come over, they'd all be here in minutes. My sisters were enjoying torturing them with every post on social media.

The birthday girl walked by me holding a slice of pizza in each hand. I didn't blame the guys for wanting her. She was a perfect blonde Barbie doll with big doe-eyed blue eyes and tan skin. She was on the dance team, so her body was perfectly toned. And she was always smiling.

I slid in beside her and yelled over the music. "How's my birthday Angel doing?"

"Oh my GOD! Becca!" She spun and hugged me. "This is the best birthday EVER!"

"Well, I still have a surprise coming for you?—"

She gasped in my ear, then stepped back with wide, excited eyes. "Is it BOYS?"

"Mayyyyybe." I winked, then spun her around. "Go dance. You'll see soon!"

She giggled and skipped away with her pizzas. My name was called, and when I looked, I found the DJ waving for me to come over, so I made my way over to the DJ booth where our very pretty new friend, Morgan, was playing music only by female artists—to fit the theme.

She looked over at me with bright-blue eyes as I walked up. The black headphones nearly blended in with her black hair. "Hey, Becca! How we doing?"

"Amazing." I slid in closer and waved for her to lean in. "Is her gift here?"

Morgan's answering smile was wicked. "Waiting out front for my cue?—"

"Oh my God! Bring them in! Yes!" I clapped my hands and nodded. "You're gonna announce them, right?"

"I got this. Don't worry." She winked as she picked up her microphone and turned down the music. "How we doing, ladies!?"

My sisters threw their arms up and cheered.

Morgan cheered with them. "Where's my birthday girl at?"

"I'm here!" Angel pushed to the front of the crowd with her hands still raised to the ceiling, her pizza slices gone. "I'm here!"

"So, birthday girl, I have a question for you . . . See, I know this is an angel party, but . . ." Morgan paused for dramatic effect, "how would you feel about letting in a few hot fallen angel boys?"

The girls cheered and clapped their hands. I giggled and got my phone out to record. When I hired Morgan to be our DJ, I told her our theme and the occasion and then she told me about her three super-hot guy friends who worked as exotic dancers and loved to do private parties. Morgan promised they'd dress for the theme, wings and all. I hadn't believed that part.

Then the girls all looked toward me, and their eyes widened. Their jaws dropped. I glanced over my shoulder, then did a double take. My breath left me in a rush. Three men sauntered through the crowd like they owned the place. They moved in perfect unison, each step in time with the others. The flashing pink and purple lights blocked their faces, but I knew by the wide set of their shoulders that these were not boys, they were men.

Each of them wore black-feathered angel wings.

I grinned. They were so earning that five-star review already. But then they stepped into the light of the dance floor, and we all gasped. Angel fanned herself. All three of them were tall and gorgeous. The one in front was sin incarnate with dark-green eyes and that long black hair that curled at the ends around his ears. On the left was a blond with eyes the color of night itself. But the one on the right had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and freckles that just made him even prettier.

Morgan played a song with a heavy beat, one that would be ideal for putting on a show. The girls knew it too. They screamed and cheered, then started chanting " DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!" There was so much giggling and swooning over these guys that I knew we wouldn't need to call in the frat boys.

I had a bad feeling these three weren't expecting to get paid in cash.

The one in front with the long hair and the sinfully perfect plush lips moved forward, sliding across the dance floor like he was floating on air. He went straight to Angel and ran his fingers over the white wings she wore. "You must be the birthday girl," he purred.

She nodded and squirmed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I'm Angel."

"I'm Azazel." He lifted her hand up to kiss her knuckles without breaking eye contact. All around the room, the girls giggled and grew more excited. He stood upright, then slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on his black shirt, revealing perfectly toned tan skin. "And these are my friends, Astaroth and Mammon. I believe we're here to make this party a little more wicked. "