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“Well, I'm not.”
She crosses her arms. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now.
“Then why are you here? Can't you just stay in your lane and pretend that I'm not here?”
I sit on the armrest of the sofa she's seated on. “I can't ignore my sister's best friend.”
She rolls her eyes and stands. She looks down at me. “Isn't that what you did years ago? Why is it so hard for you to do now?”
Before I can speak, she raises her hand, indicating that she's not finished. “If you have some dignity left in you, you will leave me alone. Now excuse me.” She walks away, leaving me stunned.
No woman has ever had the guts to shut me up and render me speechless. She has done so successfully that I can't shake away the shock.
Whatever happened to the naïve, shy Gianna who could never meet my eyes? Did I break her to this point?
A part of me yells that I deserve it, while another part questions why I let her go so easily.
She's on the dance floor, swaying her body in tune with the beat. She indeed has the face of an angel but a body that drives men to sin. I'm entranced by her moves. My eyes are unable to move away from her. There are many women dressed in scandalous outfits that leave little to the imagination. Yet this woman manages to retain my attention. I usually have more control than this.
On feeling the discomfort in my pants, I force myself to look away from her. C’mon Chris, seriously? She's your little sister’s best friend. Control yourself.
I grab the nearest drink on the table and gulp it down to rein in my confusing emotions. My eyes drift back to her. I can see the men moving to get close to her, to touch her while she's lost in the music. A surge of possessiveness rushes through me, and I rush to the dance floor.
One man was being too a little enthusiastic and even had the guts to wrap an arm around her waist. Reflexively, she elbows him, and he stumbles back into me. I grab him by the collar and punch his face, drawing the attention of the dancing bodies around us.
“You don't just touch a lady without her permission,” I grit out. I release his collar, and he falls on his knees to the floor, gripping his bruised jaw. Two of my guards run up and drag him away. I look up to see Gianna glaring daggers at me.
“Why are you here?” she asks through gritted teeth, seemingly uncomfortable with the prying eyes around us.
I can't believe my ears. “I just saved you, and this is the reaction I get in return?”
She scoffs. “I never asked for your help. I handled it perfectly on my own.”
By now, everyone has gone back to dancing, leaving Gianna and I standing awkwardly around dancing people who bump into us almost every second.
“I was just trying to help.”
“I don't need your help. What I need is for you to leave me alone. Or better still, get the hell out of here.” She’s seething.
She's starting to piss me off, but I'm really trying to control my anger. After all, I was the one who hurt her, and I deserve any punishment she metes out.
“I can't leave,” I inform her.
“Then I have no choice but to report you to the manager,” she shoots back, thinking she’s got me.
I snort. “Good luck reporting the owner to an employee.” I can’t help the smirk on my face.
Her eyes widen with realization, and her cheeks redden with embarrassment.
“Look, I'm not here to cause any trouble,” I state before she says something else she’ll kick herself for later. “I'm just here to look out for you as your best friend's brother.”
She shakes her head. “You are the last person I would want to do that. Just stay away from me.” She brushes past me to the bar, and I shake my head at her stubbornness.
“Hey, handsome,” a pretty lady says as she dances up to me, swaying her hips. “Want to join me?”
“Maybe next time,” I reply, my eyes fixed on Gianna as she downs her second shot of tequila.
The girl follows my gaze. “I understand.”
