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“Do not start anything!” I whacked Kobra on the arm. But then I saw Creed’s eyes on me and a smile on his face. “This could be your song!” Kobra kept speaking. “Born to Be My Baby” by Bon Jovi started playing.
“Creed doesn’t dance,” I said quickly, trying to save him from my brother and father forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do.
“A man not man enough to dance with his woman, eh?” Dad said, and my gaze shot to him. Dad’s eyes were on Creed. “Then again, she’s isn’t your woman, now is she?”
“Do not do that reverse psychology on him.” I gave Dad a pointed look, but I then saw Creed throw the drink back.
Please, God, don’t make him.
But Creed was getting up.
“Stop, you don’t have to dance with me. They’re just trying to get under your skin!” I said as Creed stopped at my side.
“Probably right, and they’ll probably hang it over my head for the rest of my life.” Creed extended his hand. “But still, Holly Kincaid, will you dance with me?”
I hesitated, but I knew he was putting himself on the line now, even though he’d had a lot to drink. My heart was racing as his smouldering grey eyes locked on me. That was when I slipped my hand into his, getting up.
“You can thank us for picking your wedding song!” Kobra shouted at us as we moved onto the dance floor.
Creed pulled me into his arms. I felt the safety and security wrapping around me as I was in his arms. I felt nervous, and then I looked up, seeing his eyes on mine, and suddenly, I didn’t feel scared anymore, the safety and security I felt as his hand moved up before he spun me around and then pulled me back in his arms.
“So much for not being a dancer,” I commented as a grin spread across my face.
“Come on, darling. What did you expect? I was a billionaire’s kid.” He then dipped his head, his lips twitching up. “Reckon I’ll get away with kissing ya?”
“Hands higher, boy!” Dad shouted from the sidelines, making Creed and me laugh.
That was when it happened. The walls around my heart dropped, and my love for him outweighed the fear of hiding my love for him. As he gave me his charming grin, I knew I was a goner. In his arms, while dancing in my father’s bar to a song I didn’t know, I knew this would be a day that would haunt me. It was then that I accepted that I, Holly Kincaid, was in love with Creed Winston, my father’s enforcer and a true blood biker. For the first time, I felt like he felt something other than friendship for me…and that was my downfall right there.
9
Creed
My head was pounding, to the point that I couldn’t open my fucking eyes. The slight opening in the curtain was letting light in, and it felt like the sunlight was making everything a hell of a lot worse. I groaned when there was a knock on my dorm door. I physically couldn’t open my eyes, let alone get out of bed.
What the fuck was Hades’ whiskey made of—pure and utter poison?
I heard the door unlock, and only one other person had a key.
“Creed?” Holly’s voice was so soft, and I then heard the door close softly. I groaned when I felt the bed dip. “How are you feeling?”
I couldn’t open my eyes. All I could do was make some weird grunt as I groaned.
I kept my arm across my face. That was when the little light that was getting in stopped. Holly must have fixed the curtain.
Holly gently pulled my arm from my face and laid a cold face washer and ice pack across my face.
“Trust me. It helps,” Holly whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.
I might have been barely alive, but I knew I didn’t want her to leave, so I weakly tried to stop her from getting up by putting my hand on her lap.
“Don’t go,” I bit out. I wanted to see her face, but I physically couldn’t open my eyes. Was it selfish of me to want to hold her, even in this state? My need for her overpowered my better judgement.
Her fingers were running over my arm, tracing my tattoos, when I felt her lean closer. Hell, I knew she got closer because her scent was intoxicating.
“I won’t,” she whispered in my ear and then kissed my cheek again. I don’t know why, but just knowing she wasn’t going anywhere had my body rejecting my need for sleep. The feel of her touch was intoxicating, casting relaxation through me.
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