Other Side of Beautiful (A Beautifully Disturbed #1) Read Online Free

those jeans of hers. What was I even thinking? Kissing Elly Dinninger? It seemed so perfect when Zena announced her game—my opportunity. Not sure who she was expecting, because that was one hell of a kiss. But judging from the shock on her face, the way she scrunched up that adorable button nose and those seductive almond eyes grew so wide, it clearly wasn’t me. My little Elly, she’s a firecracker, all right. She just needs someone to light the wick.
    I don’t know how she puts up with it. Kelly, she’s cool and hot. Two extremes in one unholy vessel makes her volatile, combustible. No doubt she’d be a good time, but get a little Cuervo in her system and she turns into Gypsy Rose Lee. There’s not a guy around campus who hasn’t seen everything she has to offer at one time or another. That’s not a judgment call. I think a woman should own her sexuality. But Kelly only owns it when she’s drunk, which when she’s not in class, is all the time now. That screams issues. Don’t we all have issues? What she needs is someone to help her see she’s more than all that, more than her issues. I’m not that guy. Although she’d be available if I wanted her, I could never do that to Elly, hook up with her roommate.
    The whole building shakes from the thumping bass punching through the walls and floor. Zena never ceases to amaze me with the kind of parties she throws. But instead of heading back, I stand in the doorway watching the little yellow Focus drive away like a complete and utter loser. So much for my opportunity.
    “ Shit .” I wipe my hands over my face, and try yet fail miserably not to think about that if she had wanted me, wouldn’t she have let me know at some point during the evening? Not going to lie, it stings a bit. Women want me. I only sleep alone when I want to. That’s probably why it stings so badly. Collin is back in the party. I don’t want to talk to him about her anyway; he’d only tell me to tell Brontë how I feel. He of all people knows how hard that is for me. This is exactly why I don’t do matters of the heart. Sex, sex I can do. Make a woman feel good, feel desired, and you both leave satisfied. Period.
    I need to get out of my own head for a while. Running, I take the stairs two at a time until I reach Zena’s hallway and the sexy piece of coed slipping into the apartment across from the party. She stops, as if sensing me, and turns. When she shines those bedroom eyes my way, I know I’m in for just the distraction I need to get Elly out of my head.
    “Benton Hayes?”
    “In the flesh. But I don’t believe we’ve met.”
    “You went out with my old roommate, Kimber. I’m Lindsey, by the way.”
    I don’t even have to ask. She’s on me before I cross the threshold to her door. Yes, she’s exactly what I need to stop thinking about her. Damn her, why’d she have to look so especially good tonight? Why’d she have to kiss me the way she did? Why didn’t I just go with her to take Kelly home? Because I’m a coward.
    When I feel her getting more aggressive with her kisses and touches is when I realize I’d let up. I have to get Elly out of my head. I’m with Lindsey tonight, and tonight Lindsey will feel good and desired.
    ***
    I did my job exactly as I’d set out to do. Lindsey was a little spitfire in the bedroom, keeping me going all night. But in the end, she’s just like all the rest, namely, not her. Not. Her. So even though all I want to do is sleep the party out of my system, I dress before Lindsey wakes and sneak out quietly. I think she’s my last one for a while. It wasn’t fair to Lindsey that the only way I got off was by picturing another woman underneath me.
    Some guy I saw at Zena’s last night is slipping out of our apartment when I get home. “He’s waiting for you,” the guy says to me. I nod. That’s one way Collin and I differ. I never bring them home. Although today is the third time I’ve seen the guy. He seems nice enough the brief