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Her eyes narrow and I don’t argue anymore. She’s right, and I hate saying no to her, so I force myself to agree to the drink and follow her back to the bar.
Tobias stands when he sees us approaching the table and pulls a chair out for Bellamy. But she waits until I’m seated, and I’ve cast a glance from her to the chair before she sits. Some habits are hard to break.
“So, I take it that when you said your relationship was unconventional, that meant you were his sub?” Tobias asks.
“I guess we’re skipping the small talk,” I mutter.
Tobias ignores me and looks at Bellamy expectantly.
“Yes. I was his submissive. Technically, I was collared to the club, but I belong to Owen.”
“Belong?” Tobias raises an eyebrow.
“Belonged. Slip of the tongue.”
Tobias hums then says, “I thought you once said you don’t belong to anyone.”
I nearly smirk at her slip up, but I’ve promised not to make things awkward for her, so I keep my face neutral as I stand.
“I’m going to fetch drinks.”
Bellamy looks at me in surprise. “Let me, please.”
She’s just as eager to get away from this conversation as I am. But I relent and sit back down. “I’ll have my usual.”
“Tobias, what will you have?”
“I’ll have Owen’s usual too.”
She rolls her eyes but heads for the bar, and I watch her closely as she orders the drinks.
“How am I supposed to win her over when she’s still clearly in love with you?”
Tobias’s question takes me by surprise, but I keep my face expressionless. “Not my problem, mate. She suggested marrying us both yesterday.”
Tobias glares. “She did not.”
“Swear on my life.” I put a hand over my chest and look back toward Bellamy.
He folds his arms over his chest. “And what prompted that little conversation?”
“What the hell is she doing?” I blurt, ignoring him.
Tobias turns to watch Bellamy with me. She’s chugging a drink while she waits for the bartender to make more for me and Owen.
“It appears we make her nervous together, and she’s looking for a little liquid courage,” Tobias says with a laugh. “Reminds me of the time we both escorted her to prom.”
I laugh. That was certainly a night to remember. Unfortunately, Bellamy remembers little of it. She didn’t have a date for her junior prom in the States and insisted it would be more fun if the three of us went together.
For reasons we’re still unclear on, she was nervous about bringing both of us. But we did our best to ease her nerves by offering her a drink in the limo. Yes, we were underage, but that was the perk of having a personal limo driver. He looked the other way for a lot of serious criminal activity, so underage drinking wasn’t difficult for him to ignore.
“What are you laughing at?” Bellamy asks as she sets three drinks down on the table.
“Two words. Junior Prom.” I say with a wink.
Her face turns bright red as she sits down and pulls one of the glasses of whiskey in front of her.
“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad.”
