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Am I the only one who sees through him?
“Thank you, David.” He glances at the woman on his arm. “Is this your wife?”
The woman laughs. “No, I’m his girlfriend.”
My brow furrows. “What?”
David clears his throat. “She’s joking,” he says, giving her a pointed look.
“Alison and I’m not joking.” She holds a hand out to me and I shake it. “This one has been promising he’ll leave his wife for over three years now.”
I arch a brow. “Then why don’t you leave him?”
David straightens. “Do you realize I’m right here?”
Isiah smirks. “Don’t bother. There’s no reasoning with her.”
I glare at him. “I hope you don’t think that’s acceptable behavior.”
He turns to me. “If a woman isn’t putting out, then what’s a man supposed to do?”
I clench my fists by my sides. “You aren’t the type of man who cares whether a woman consents or doesn’t.”
The accusation hangs in the air between the four of us, making David and Alison visibly uncomfortable.
Isiah, being the arrogant son of a bitch he is, laughs it off and shakes his head. “I’ve never done anything to you that you didn’t want.” He seems untouchable, like a wall of steel, as if nothing can penetrate him.
“That’s a lie,” I spit.
Isiah doesn’t back down, though. His ironclad grip tightens on my hip as he says to the couple, “It was lovely speaking with you. Enjoy the party.”
He guides me away from them, though I fight against him with every step.
I yank away from him and slam my fist into his chest, which hardly seems to faze him, as if he’s made of stone. “You’re an arrogant liar.”
He tilts his head to the side. “I’m not lying.”
“I told you no countless times in your apartment.”
“Your mouth may have said no, but we both know that’s not really what you wanted.”
I feel a murderous rage building in my chest as I look at this man who believes he can control me. “You’re impossible,” I mutter, turning away from him to put distance between us.
But he grabs my wrist and yanks me back into him, pulling my body against his solid chest. “You’re not going anywhere,” he breathes, placing his hands on my hips.
His touch sends sparks of pleasure through my veins and makes my stomach clench with desire. I hate that I still react this way from his touch after everything he has done to me.
“Get your hands off of me,” I say, keeping my voice level despite the fact that deep down, I’m shaken by my husband. No matter how much I try to remain strong and not give in to his ways, the passion between us is impossible to ignore. And then someone speaks over the microphone. “It’s time for the newlyweds to have their first dance.”
I grind my teeth when I see Cain standing at the microphone, smirking at me. Smug bastard.
“Indeed, I think he’s right,” Isiah mutters, leading me toward the dance floor.
The look in his eyes concerns me, as it’s full of evil intent. He grabs me by the waist once we’re on the dance floor and takes my hand, drawing me close to his body. “Try to keep up, love.”
“I don’t think I’ll be having any trouble.” The music starts and Isiah whisks me into a waltz across the dance floor, but I match him step for step.
We spin around the room, our eyes locked, and I’m almost mesmerized by him despite everything. We move as one like a perfectly choreographed dance and every time his hand presses into my lower back or his fingers intertwine with mine, I can feel the electric current between us. Every inch of my body tingles with anticipation as he guides me through our next few steps in perfect time to the music.
