Page 63 of Destined for Him

I throw back my champagne and reach for another, deciding to head to the staircase to have a bird’s eye view when a hand slides around my waist.

“You look stunning, Shelby.”

I freeze as the hand around my waist drops to my ass, and I whirl around to see Tommy grinning at me.

“Did you just touch my ass? That’s highly inappropriate,” I thunder, not caring which of his friends hear.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” Tommy says, lifting a whiskey to his lips. “Are you having a nice time, beautiful?”

Alarm bells ring in my head when another man approaches me, and Tommy pulls me towards him possessively.

“Who’s this?” The man asks, raking his eyes over me.

“My name is Shelby, and my eyes are up here,” I snap, earning a chuckle from Tommy.

“I told you she’s feisty.”

The man looks down his nose at me.

“I hope she’s not going to be a problem.”

I frown, turning to see Tommy shaking his head.

“No problem,” Tommy says, gripping my waist. “Let’s find your mother, shall we?”

He leads me away from the man towards the staircase, tugging me under it roughly.

“Listen, Shelby; you need to be a good girl for me tonight. These are important business acquaintances, and I need you to smile and look pretty, alright? That’s it.”

I try to tug my arm from his grip, but it’s too tight, and he yanks me close to him.

“Or else.”

Nausea sweeps over me when he reaches behind me and grabs my ass, sucking in a breath near my ear.

“And I’ll touch you where I want, how I want, and you won’t say a damn thing because you’re living in my house, rent-free. That costs something, Shelby, and like the little slut that you are, you’re going to pay.”

Fire burns in my chest as he licks my neck, squeezing my ass cheeks and pressing himself against me.

“Like fuck I am,” I hiss, lifting my knee and jabbing it in his balls. He falls and howls when I grab his balls again, squeezing tightly. “Now, where’s my mother?”

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Kevin

Surprisingly, Finlay-the-Prick didn’t press charges, so I’m let off with a caution officially and empathy unofficially.

Which means I’m back home the following day with only my beers for company.

I’d missed the sunset, and today was cloudy and miserable.

Like me.

So when my phone rings a little after eight, I’m luckily only two beers in.

When I see who’s calling me, my heart stops.

Shelby.

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