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I snuck a look over at Adrian, who was in an intense conversation with an older man and Penelope. "One dance."
I reluctantly took his outstretched arm and let him pull me to the dancefloor, where a number of people were already dancing. He settled his hand on my waist as we moved in time with the song. His face was dangerously close to mine, and I made to put some space between us, but his hold on me tightened. His hand lowered to my butt, and I stepped on his toes with my heels.
"Mr. Grant, can I please dance with my wife?" I whipped around to see an obviously displeased Adrian. Malcolm gave a fake bow with a stupid sneer etched on his face. "She's all yours now. I don't want her anymore anyway," he said and strolled away.
Adrian pulled me flush to his body. "Zoey darling. You have a problem having sex with your own husband but do not hesitate to flirt with another man. Are you wet down there? Did you enjoy his hands on you?" He pulled me closer and placed his hands on my butt, kneading one cheek through the fabric of my dress.
I gasped and pulled away from him, resisting the urge to slap him. "You're despicable, Adrian." I whirled around and raced out of the large hall blindly as unshed tears blocked my view. Luckily, I found Jeff, the driver, by the door of the black Cadillac. "Please take me to the house."
17
- THE HUNT FOR LOVE
ADRIAN BLACK
“Daddy, welcome,” Jason shouted excitedly as he walked up to me with outstretched arms. I brushed him aside and stalked into the house. She was gutsy, I knew that, but she had no right running off like that and making me look stupid. She was the one flirting with that crazy Malcolm.
“Daddy, are you angry?”
“Go to bed, Jay and stay there,” I said, a little more loudly than I meant. He shuddered and ran up the stairs. “Jay, bud. I’m sorry.”
She came out with a disapproving look on my face. “Adrian Black, I lied to you. Me! And for good reasons too. If you want to keep persecuting me for that, please do. But never raise your voice at my son again. Never! You hear me?”
“Are you listening to yourself? What reasons?”
“You do not want him. You never have, and even if I had told you back then, you would have denied the pregnancy.”
“You didn’t know that.”
“No. I didn’t. But I see you now, screaming at the poor boy. That’s not exactly father-of-the-year behavior now, is it?”
“That’s rich coming from you. I’m not the one who had Malcolm’s hand riding up to my crotch now, am I? I may not be perfect, but you aren’t mother-of-the-year either,” I spat.
“You are a jerk, Adrian,” she scoffed. “To think that the only reason I was on the dance floor with him, the reason I held back and didn’t bash his stupid face in, was because of you.”
I stared at her incredulously. Zoey was something. “Me? Do tell. How was it because of me?”
“Because you said the event was really important to you, ass,” she grounded out. “I didn’t want to create a scene on your big night. And no, I wasn’t flirting with Malcolm. If anything, I loathe the fucker. Adrian, Malcom is my ex. The one I nearly got married to, and the reason I ended things with him was because of this same thing you’re doing. Jason is my whole world, and I will not let any of you assholes maltreat him any longer. I’m done, Adrian. I fucking quit.”
I ran my hand through my hair as I shrugged the thought aside and took another sip of whiskey—I had resorted to it as it stopped my heart from aching.
“No. I want pancakes that mommy makes,” Aurora shouted from the other room.
“Miss, you have to eat. I made it extra creamy.”
“I don’t want.” It was followed by a clattering of plates and a few cuss words. Angrily, I dropped the glass of liquor and stalked to the kitchen.
“Eva, what did I tell you about cussing in front of the children?”
“I’m sorry, sir. Rose and Aurora are refusing to eat breakfast, and they were up for the most part of the night,” the clearly exhausted woman sighed.
“Rosie, Rory, come here, darlings.” They trudged slowly to me, and I hoisted them both unto my lap. “Why aren’t you eating? Eva is trying her best to make you girls all the treats you love.”
“We don’t want it. We want Mommy,” Rose protested to my frustration.
“Does mommy hate us now? Did you make her leave? Why did she leave with only Jason? She hates us now. Daddy. We’ll be good girls. I will eat all my vegetables, and I will not fall ill on you again. Please, Daddy.”
My heart broke at my little girl’s words. I wished it was that simple. Zoey was angry and didn’t want to talk to me as she had shown the countless times I had called her—I was always sent directly to voice mail.
