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“Don’t threaten me, James, you won’t like me when I’m angry. Stay away from my family, especially Joshua. This is your first and final warning.”
Joshua and I are totally lost in the moment, a moment I’ve waited for so long, and he’s here, he’s here with me, he feels it too. Very slowly I raise my face and look into Josh’s dilated eyes, willing him to kiss me. He tenderly looks at my mouth and bows his head. Our lips touch. Immediately the electricity between us jolts me and awakens my senses. Senses that have laid dormant for seven long years. I’m lost, I’ll do anything he wants.
“Josh, fucking cool it.” We are snapped back to reality by Cameron, Joshua’s little brother on the dance floor. Fuck, fuck, what are we doing. Shit. We immediately step back from each other. Josh looks at Cam who gestures to the side of the dance floor where Scott the groom is glaring at both Joshua and me. Immediately I want to die. We both quickly scan the room to see who has witnessed our loss of control. I look at Joshua and the horrified look on his face mirrors mine. I practically run to the ladies, oh my god, who saw that? What the hell am I doing? I make it to the ladies but as soon as I get there I burst into tears, unable to control my stress at being so stupid. My heart is still racing, and my body is aching from the loss of his. I start to pace while shaking my hands. Shit, shit, shit, holy fuck what was that? I burst into a cubicle and sit on the toilet with my face in my hands. I’m a disgrace. Perspiration seeps from my pores. Oh my god. All alone in the cubicle I start to sob, so close but so far.
Joshua storms off the dance floor and barges into the first door he sees to the right, the kitchen. Luckily the kitchen staff have already gone for the night. He needs to get away from the other guests, he’s too worked up, too angry with himself.
“Fucking hell,” he yells as he punches the stainless steel bench. He starts to pace, rubbing his hands through his hair. Adrian and Ben gingerly walk in after him, unsure what to say. This is a shock to their system, they have both been with Joshua a long time and this is uncharted waters to them.
“Joshua, calm down,” Adrian quietly comforts.
“Calm down?” he yells. “Calm down, it’s a bit fucking late for that. I shouldn’t have fucking come, I knew this would happen.” Adrian and Ben frown at each other.
“Why do you say that?”
“How bad was it?” he looks to his two friends.
“What do you mean?” frowns Adrian.
“How bad did it look?”
Ben smiles and nods, “Pretty fucking bad.”
Adrian pipes up, “If it makes you feel any better, she lost control too.”
Joshua looks at his friend, “Where is she, I need to see her.”
Adrian widens his eyes, “I think you’ve done enough damage for one night.”
“Just go and fucking find her,” he yells. “If I want your opinion, I will fucking ask for it.”
The door bangs open and Scott storms in. “I fucking w
arned you,” he yells.
Joshua hangs his head. “I know,” he answers in a defeated voice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he screams at Joshua. “What if Dad saw that?”
“I know. Fuck,” Joshua whispers and rubs both hands through his hair. He links his fingers of both hands together on top of his head and blows out a breath. “I… I lost my head.”
“I know!” Scott yells. “Find it, or leave. Seriously, my fucking wedding, are you kidding, do you have any idea of the carnage if someone had seen that?”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Scott scowls and looks down at Joshua’s obvious erection. He shakes his head in disgust and storms out. Josh blows out a breath with his hands linked on top of his head. He looks to Ben and Adrian and shakes his head. They both stare at him, shocked to the core. They have never seen him like this before. He never touches anyone in public. He rearranges his groin.
Suddenly the kitchen door bursts open. Oh shit, it’s Brock. He’s radiating atomic anger and he points at Joshua and yells,“You fucking prick!” He grabs Joshua by the suit lapels and slams him up against the fridge. With his forearm across his throat, he pulls him out and slams him back into the fridge. “What the fuck was that Stanton?” he yells. Joshua doesn’t answer and he doesn’t fight back, although he’s bigger than Brock. If he wanted to, he could end this now. Ben goes to move in but Joshua shakes his head at him. “Mind telling me why the fuck you’re dry–fucking my sister on the dance floor?” Joshua bites his bottom lip and glares at Brock, “Answer me fucker!” he yells. “She’s not a slut, Stanton” he yells.
Joshua narrows his eyes. “I fucking know that,” he snaps.
“No, you don’t, you just treated her like one.” Joshua closes his eyes and drops his head. Brock slams his head again. “I know the dirty sluts you’re used to Stanton and, believe me, she is so far out of your league it’s not even funny.”
Joshua narrows his eyes and glares at Brock as his anger escalates. “Back the fuck off Brock!” he yells. He twists his arms to get out of his hold and then pushes Brock who comes back with another push.
Ben steps in. “Stop it, you two, enough already.” Both men stare at each other, breathing heavily, their fists clenched at their sides.
Brock points his finger in Joshua’s face. “The sooner you fuck off back to America the better. I’m warning you. If you go near her again, you’re a dead man.”
“Go fuck yourself!” Joshua sneers. “I’ll do what I want.” Brock storms out of the kitchen. All three men stay silent, and Josh kicks the bin in frustration. Adrian’s eyes are the size of saucers.
