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One song rolls into another. She comes back once to take a swig of her drink, laughing as she wipes a sheen of sweat from her brow. “They’re so good.”
Like a magnet, my eyes follow her back to the dance floor. When I force my gaze away, it’s fucking painful.
Platinum shoots me another wink.
Jesus Christ.
The room is pulsating with the rhythmic beat of the music, and the air is thick as Bethany Rose sways.
There are eyes on her, and not just mine.
The surge of raw possessiveness hits me square in the chest. A possessiveness I have no right or reason to feel.
With a clenched jaw, I force myself to stare at the label of the beer bottle when Ace approaches me. Elbows on the bar, he’s facing away, and I know exactly what he’s looking at.
I want to rip his eyeballs from his head.
He raises a brow and leans in, trying to be heard over the music. “What’s the story with you two?” he asks, his eyes never leaving the floor.
Never leavingher.
My hand clenches around the bottle.
I hesitate, feeling an inexplicable desire to keep her away from him. But knowing there is nothing between us, I reluctantly reply, “There’s no story.”
His eyes light up, a sly grin at the edges of his mouth. “Cool. So, you won’t mind if—”
“Have at it,” I grit out.
If she wants Ace, it’s not my place to interfere.
But as he walks away, my blood boils. Thinking of him getting close to her twists my insides. I try to drown the fire burning in my chest with more alcohol, but it does little to ease the weight that has settled heavily in my chest.
She laughs at something he says, his mouth so close to her skin, I want to rip his tongue from his throat. Then her expression changes, her laughter turns into a scowl, and she looks over at me, anger flashing in her eyes.
And… she’s off, storming towards me so fiercely, that this time, she might be a little scary.
Cheeks flushed with indignation, her palm slams down on the counter. “Have at it? Really?”
I glare over at Ace who merely shrugs an apology, holding his hands up.
Bastard.
Bethany Rose snaps her fingers in my face. “You’re an asshole.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.”
“Screw you.”
Don’t laugh.
Do not laugh.
I fucking laugh, and I swear, if her face turns a deeper shade of red, she’ll combust into flames.
I throw my head back to look at the ceiling, only because I need a second to get the smirk off my face before she slaps it off.
Three seconds later, her fingers are snapping in my face again. “I’m talking to you.”
