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Now I'm furious. He knows she’s my girl. I just told him who she was. I’m just pulling my fist back to punch him in the face when Grant pulls me back before I make contact.
"August, are you serious right now? You're going to punch Ethan for checking out a girl?"
That's when I spit out, "That’s my girl. It's Gianna." Grant loosens his hold and then says, "You mean Gianna, as in the one you told to fuck off?"
Are these assholes serious right now? I turn to walk away, but Ethan stops me.
"August, it doesn't even matter." He nods towards the bar where Gianna is standing. She's at the bar ordering a beer and a guy has her caged in, saying something in her ear that makes her laugh. I fucking see red. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I shoot her a text.
August: You better tell the guy you're with to take his hands off you.
I watch her pull out her phone, and the girl she's with leans in to read it with her. What the hell?
Gianna: Who is this?
Is she fucking with me right now? She knows who this is. It was her that programmed her number in my phone. Not to mention I texted her yesterday.
August: Don't play with me, Gianna.
Gianna: Fuck off! You said we were done. Now leave me alone!
My blood is now boiling as I watch the guy, she's with lean in again to whisper something in her ear. Nodding, she puts her phone away, he throws an arm around her, and they walk away. This is my fault, I pushed her away, and now she's with some other guy. Fuck this! I can't even think of why I pushed her away, which means the reasons don't matter. I'm going to get my girl.
"That girl is fine as hell man, but seriously, Ethan's pissed. You could have just said something. You didn't have to make a scene."
I know he's right, but I'm too pissed off to see it that way. Glancing back at Ethan, I see that he is now making his way down the steps.Damn it
Making my way downstairs I lose sight of Ethan. I'm not sure where he went. He may have left, and that's probably a good thing. Finally, I spot Gigi, and she's not with the guys she had around her earlier. Instead, she is with her girlfriend, heading out to the dance floor.
The DJ took a break from playing the new trendy shit, and now Fetty Wap's 'Again' is playing, and the girls go crazy. The song couldn't be more prophetic of my current situation. Gigi and her friend are out there dancing to the music, looking sexy as hell, when I see two guys close in.
Her friend appears to know the guy approaching her as she starts grinding on him the minute he steps up. Gigi, on the other hand, seems apprehensive about her partner. He goes to put his hands on her hips, and I bolt.
Making my way through the crowd, I yank the guy back before saying, "We will have a problem if you don't stop touching my girl."
The guy looks at me mystified before looking to Gigi in question, which only further infuriates me.
"Don't fucking look at her, don't so much as breathe in her direction, or I'll break your nose."
Gianna grabs my arm. "August, stop! Just stop. I'll come with you."
The guy breaks my eye contact to look at Gianna, and before I realize it's happened, I punch him. His head snaps back, and his face is instantly bloody.
Gianna gasps, "August, oh my god! What did you do?"
"I warned him. He still thought it was ok to look at what is mine. I think we're clear now."
Now she's physically trying to move me off the dance floor and away from this punk with an eyebrow piercing.
"Aiden, I'm so sorry." Great, of course, she knows the sorry fucker.
As she fails at moving me, I look the asshole in his eyes. "Aiden, is it? I'll fucking ruin you." He's breathing heavily like he wants to take a shot at me, adrenaline clearly running through his veins, but he thinks better of it and turns to walk away. Knowing the message has been received, I let Gianna pull me away. I thought she was taking me toward the exit, but instead, she pulls me into a storage room.
"What the hell are you doing here, August?"
She's pissed off, that's for sure, but at this proximity, I can tell she's also aroused. Her face is flushed, her pupils are slightly dilated, and because she isn’t wearing a bra I can see her nipples hardening. She might not like me right now, but she is turned on.
"Are you following me?" Again, I don’t answer her. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins, and I don’t want to waste time talking. I’d probably only say something I’d regret later like I did yesterday. In this confined space all I need to take is one step before our bodies are close enough that I can feel the swell of her breasts touch my chest, and my cock stiffens. "Answer me," she pants. Leaning down, I bring my hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her into me before crushing my lips to hers.
