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Eric is having the time of his life with Tristan on the dance floor. It always makes me smile to see them together. Despite the smack Eric talks about other men, I know they’re madly in love. Tristan just has a lot of patience for Eric’s big personality.
I dance with my sisters and cousins but keep the drinks to just sparkling water. The stupid pink drink made me feel weird.According to Millie, it’s called a wet pussy. I should have known something with a crude name would not settle well.
And I did my best to ignore Beau sitting in one of the booths with his girlfriend or whatever the fuck she is. They weren’t making out, and of the times I did sneak a peek, he looked annoyed more than anything.
My feet begin to hurt in my new shoes, but I don’t want to be that girl walking barefoot in a club. Thankfully, a cake is brought out as we all sing happy birthday.
A small yawn escapes me, but what starts as one soon follows with ten more. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I check the time. It’s almost two A.M. How are all these oldies still partying hard?
I scan the area and find Dad at the bar. Mom is with Aunt Adriana on the dance floor and also looks like she’s had way too much to drink.
“Hey, Dad.” I touch his arm for him to turn around with a warm smile. “I’m going to head home.”
“Early for you?”
“I was up early trying to finish an assignment.”
Dad places his hand on mine. “I’m proud of you, Alexandra.”
A smile graces my lips. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow before you fly out?”
“Brunch if your mother is still alive. Will you be okay to get home? I can get the driver to take you?”
I lean in to hug him with a laugh. “It’s only a few blocks and plenty of cabs out. Good luck getting her home tonight.”
As I look around to say goodbye, I realize everyone has had too much to drink, therefore, will make a scene about me leaving. The last thing I need is drunk person guilt, especially since I’m tired and just want to go to bed.
Without lingering anymore, I make my way to the exit, welcoming the cool night air, only to be stopped at the door. Iquickly look at the hand wrapped around my arm, recognizing the tattoo instantly.
“It’s not what you think,” he blurts out.
I shift my body so our eyes meet. Beau doesn’t look drunk, his eyes crystal clear. Yet all I can focus on is the smell of his cologne.Stop… this won’t help you in any way.
My arms fold on their own accord as his hand falls to his side, pushing my chest up. Beau’s gaze wanders to my tits, but he quickly turns away, looking pained.
“What is it you think I think?”
“That I’ve been fucking around the last two weeks.”
“Well, you walk into the club holding some girl’s hand. What did you want me to think?”
“She was just nervous meeting my family.”
My stomach hardens at his admission. The term ‘meeting the family’ is usually a big deal. It means you’re serious about the said person.
“It’s been two weeks,” I almost shout. “How serious can it be? I mean, where did you find her? At some bimbo shop in the clearance aisle that says no returns?”
“Wow.” Beau laughs, then presses his lips into a hard smile. “Say how you really feel, Alexa.”
“You walked away from me, left me in the middle of the night, and haven’t spoken to me since. I’m hurt, Beau. There, I said it,” I confess in an irate tone. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired and want to go home.”
I walk away, refusing to look back.
How dare he treat me the way he has, then try to twist things like it’s my fault.
Beau Romano is no different from Hunter Cash. Both of them are only looking out for their own needs.
Selfish men with selfish intentions.
