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“I need alcohol and a willing girl grinding up against me,” Alex announces behind me.
“A-fucking-men to that,” I mutter.
The second the club comes into view before us, I scan the crowd looking for her, but I come up empty.
I swear to God, if she’s not here somewhere waiting for me, I’m going to fucking throttle her.
Reaching out, I rearrange myself once more, my semi still aching for her as Alex fights his way to the front of the bar.
With two shots of their most expensive vodka heading for my stomach, we take off on the search—Alex for any willing girl he can get his hands on, and me for my fucking wife.
The second we approach the railing that reveals the dance floor below us, I see her.
My fists curl at my sides and my anger surges forward as I watch her dancing with Xander. His back is to me, cutting off my view of anything but the top of her head as she rests it back on his shoulder.
A growl rips from my throat a second before I take off, more than ready to rip his hands clean from his arms for touching something that belongs to me.
I make it two steps before a body blocks my way.
“Drinks,” Nico shouts over the music, thrusting another vodka at me.
I stare at the glass as if it just personally offended me as my heart continues to race and blood rushes past my ears.
“What? It’s the fancy shit you like.”
Taking it from his fingers, I throw it back before shoving the glass into his chest and barrelling through both him and a wrecked-looking Toby. If someone doesn’t have to carry him home tonight, I’ll be fucking surprised.
More people get shoved aside as I make my way toward the stairs that lead down to the lower level.
By the time I manage to cut through the crowd to where they’re dancing, my body is trembling with pent-up rage and need.
But the second I catch his eye, it explodes like an old bomb just waiting for the right moment to cause the most devastation.
The faces around me blur. The only thing I can see is the two of them. And when I manage to move around, my eyes zero in on where his hand is resting on the curve of her waist.
My chest heaves as I stand there frozen, staring, too overwhelmed with everything that’s racing through my veins to act.
Xander's face dips as he whispers something to Emmie, but his eyes never leave mine, his smirk telling me just how much he’s enjoying getting up close and personal with my girl.
His smile only grows as he turns her back to me, taunting me with her body. My foot lifts, more than ready to go and physically remove her from his touch, but before I get a chance to move, he lifts his hand to her hair.
She has to know I’m here. I feel her presence like a physical fucking force pressing down on my chest. And I know that she feels it too.
She’s taunting me. Teasing me. Playing me.
But I am going to fucking win.
I will always win.
His fingers twist in her dark, wavy lengths before he gathers it all up and tucks it over her shoulder.
His brow lifts before he nods toward her.
Despite my anger, I follow his orders, and fuck am I glad I do.
Cirillo 07 is printed in copper right across the back of her black dress.
My chin drops in shock.
