The guy looks annoyed by Fiona’s rejection but doesn’t seem to be walking away. I drop a hand on his shoulder and try to spin him around like they do in movies. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he stops to look at my hand and then turns to face me, smirking when he takes in my gold bikini costume.
“Brantley?” Fiona’s clutching her hands together, her brows lowered in confusion.
“Can I help you with something, pretty boy?” the guys asks.
I look the asshole up and down and realize he’s actually much more muscly than I thought. And also not as drunk as I am.
“Jeez, you’re a big fellow, aren’t you?” I’m having doubts that I should try to hit him. Maybe he’ll listen to reason.
I poke his bicep. It’s really firm. The guy’s eyebrows shoot up as he glares at my finger.
“What’s your name?” I ask, giving him a smile. He does not smile back.
“Bruce.”
“Well, that’s appropriate—you have kind of a Hulk vibe going on. Hey, Bruce. Listen.” I nod my head at Fiona. “It seems like my friend told you not to touch her, but you seem insistent on doing it anyway. How about you give her some space and walk away?”
Bruce’s gaze darkens, and he cracks his beefy knuckles. “How ‘bout I touch you instead?”
I give him a cheeky grin, which, in hindsight, was probably a mistake. “I don’t think you mean that like it sounds, buddy.”
For some reason, Bruce doesn’t think I’m funny, and he steps forward, grasping the gold bra in his huge fist.
“C’mon, man,” I stutter as he yanks me forward. “This bra isn’t mine.”
Bruce just grunts at me.
“Hey, cut it out!” Fiona steps between us and lays her hand on his wrist.“Let him go, Bruce.”
Is she crazy?
“Or what?” he taunts. “What’re you going to do about it, princess?”
Fiona’s eyes, which I can now see are a brilliant jewel-toned green, flash with anger, and I feel like I’m watching in slow motion as her bare knee comes up, nailing poor Bruce right in the balls.
He doubles over, his head knocking painfully against mine, and I fall to the ground. Spots float in my vision, and I rub my forehead where we collided.
The giant above me is groaning and clutching his microdick.“You bitch,” Bruce spits.
Before he can get anything else out, Fiona takes a swing and hits him in the nose. He falls to his knees just as Lincoln pushes his way through the crowd that’s gathered around us.
I give him a half-hearted smile because damn, my head hurts.
“What the fuck is this?” Lincoln demands. “I said no fights.”
“Sorry, Lincoln,” Fiona says. “I was just leaving, but you should consider what kind of trash you let into your parties.”
Link glances at me and back to Fiona. Then he walks up to Bruce, grabs his greasy hair, and pulls his head back at an unnatural angle.
“Get the fuck out of here, Bruce.” His eyes are practically black, and a chill skates over my skin. “If you show up at one of my parties again, you’ll be expelled from this school and everyone will know what a disgusting sexual deviant your daddy is, including your mother.”
Bruce goes pale.
“Do you understand?” Link tugs his hair, his grip tightening until his knuckles are white. “Tell me you understand.”
Bruce nods quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When Link lets him go, he scrambles to his feet and stumbles away.
Link reaches out a hand, and I let him help me to my feet.
