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“Like I was saying, you should have believed her, because her boyfriend is in front of you.”
His eyes widen but I don’t let him try to respond before my fist cracks against his jaw. I don’t give him a chance to react before my fist slams into his nose, causing blood to gush out of his nostrils. He yells in pain, sinking to the floor.
“You broke my fucking nose!” Dylan shouts, as he holds his hands to his face.
I squat down, and he flinches, making me smirk. “I’ll break more than your nose if I catch you drugging a drink again. I don’t give a fuck who she is,” I tell him. “Not only was drugging a drink your mistake, the biggest one is you drugging my girlfriend.”
Cams sneaker collides with Dylan’s stomach making him grunt. “Fuck, boy.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
I turn to see Kevin, the frat president, stalking up to us, his eyes on me then Dylan. “What the hell Cuba?”
I don’t give a fuck if they’re frat brothers. “Get your boy because if I catch him drugging another drink I can’t be reliable.”
Kevin’s eyes narrow on his brother. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he snaps. “Who was it? Where is she?”
“My girlfriend.”
That’s the second time I called her my girlfriend, in front of everyone at this party and Bliss doesn’t even know it yet. It just comes out so easy and I don’t regret it.
“Fuck, man,” Kevin starts. “I’ll handle it.”
I give Dylan one more look before pushing through the crowd to get to Bliss. No one says shit to me on my way to the door, and once I’m outside I hear the music pick up. Nosey ass people.
“Girlfriend, huh?” Cam says behind me, I hear the smile in his voice.
I don’t answer him while I power walk down the street to my car. Fuck, I hope she’s okay. My mind is racing as I see the passenger doors open. Ash is leaning in opening of the front seat, India trying to peer over his shoulder. I smell vomit before I reach them, and I know it has to be Bliss’s.
“Is she okay?” I push past Ash who is wiping her mouth with a towel he probably found in the back seat.
Her normally stormy eyes are darkened and out of focus, tears are streaming down her face and she’s shaking. I want to go back and kill Dylan.
Squatting on the curb, I caress the side of her face. “Baby, can you hear me?”
Her eyes never move to me, as if she doesn’t even know I’m here. Standing slowly, I turn to India. “How many drinks?” I can barely get the question out. I have to make sure that Dylan was telling me the truth.
India blinks back tears. “Two, just two but Ash got her to throw up.” She motions to the puddle by my tire. “Should we take her the hospital?”
“No,” Ash says, his fingers pressed to the inside of her wrist. “Her pulse is steady, think we got most of it. She needs to sleepit off.”
I grip the back of my neck. “Fuck.” Looking back to my girl, I notice her eyes closing. “I’m going to get her home.”
Ash buckles her in and closes the door. “Keep her hydrated, every time she wakes up have her drink water.”
“And we’ll get India home.” Cam pats my back.
To be honest, I don’t give a fuck about India or how the fuck she gets home. How didn’t she see that shit happen? How the fuck are they both so fucking careless? What would have happened if I wasn’t there or if India left with that guy?
I can’t even think about it.
“Yeah, I’ll hit you up later.” I don’t even look at them before I slid into the driver seat and get the fuck out of there.
I’m holding on tight to Bliss’s limp hand the whole way to my condo. I think of all the ways I’m going to ruin his fucking life. Dylan said I don’t run the campus, now I’m going to show him that I still do and no one should ever fuck with what is mine.
My fingers run through her silky hair as she sleeps next to me. To say we had a rough night is an understatement. I barely got her through the front door before she threw up again in the foyer; luckily, I dodged it and got her to my bathroom with no other incidents. Deciding to pass on a bath, I stripped her ruined clothes off and threw her purse on the chair at my desk. Bliss doesn’t wake but shivers, and I hurry to wipe her down with a warm washcloth before dressing her in a pair of my boxers and a tee shirt.
I carried her to bed, laying her gently down and covering her up with covers, pulling my waste basket to her side, just in case. I almost throw up myself, cleaning up the mess in the foyer, but I managed to clean up the mess and throw her clothes in the washer without losing my shit.
Now I lie here staring at her, she has no idea what she means to me, and I plan on telling her the moment she wakes up. I can’t believe I almost let her slip away from me. To think I was that stupid. I knew the moment I saw her at the party that she was mine, and seeing what that fucker did, it just made me see clearer. I need her. She is mine. I just hope when morning comes she doesn’t push me away, that she forgives me, and still wants me to be her asshole.
Pressing my lips to her forehead, I let myself drift off, but I don’t let go of her.
