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Chapter26
Her skirt should be burned.
Grayson
Avani didn’t show, and she’s not at her apartment.
I had this planned—it was meant to go down perfectly. Yet it all changed because she never showed.
I’m not sure what the fuck I’m supposed to do, but I know pacing back and forth in front of her house, is not it. A neighbor pops their head out and gives me a weird look before they head back inside. I call the dress store, knowing it’s closed but hoping she might answer.
Nope.
No luck.
Driving around, I almost give up.
That is until I spot her car—the very same one I bought her—parked out front of a dive bar. Through the large window, I can see her dancing. What the fuck? Jumping from the car, I head straight inside.
She’s wearing heels, a tiny skirt that should be illegal, as I can see straight up to her lacy pink underwear, and a skin-tight white T-shirt. Her two-toned hair is down and wavy, swinging loosely as she sways from side to side, moving to Rhianna like no one is watching. Only everyone is. People around the bar are cheering her on as she sways her beautiful shapely hips.
“Avani.”
She pauses when she hears her name, then her glassy eyes find me, and she smiles.
“Grayson. Oh, my Grayson… Did you propose to your girlfriend tonight?” she sings.
“No.”
“Why not?” she asks but doesn’t keep eye contact long enough to wait for my answer.
“I can see up your skirt, Avani. That means other men can see up your skirt too.”
“Lucky them.” She keeps dancing, so I reach up and lift her from the bar. She doesn’t make it easy, as she continues shaking her head from side to side and kicking her feet as I lower her.
“We had plans tonight. Did you forget?” I remind her.
Her nose wrinkles as she looks at me. “As if I wanted to come on a date and watch you with her.” She shakes her head lazily and flags down the bartender. “Another one,” she tells him.
I stare him down and growl loudly. “No, you fucking won’t. She’s had enough.”
“You are such a spoilsport. You know that?” She pushes away from me, but I capture her wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom, stalker.”
I let her go and ask the bartender for a bottle of water. Looking in the direction she went, I find her shaking her hips at a guy sitting in front of her. She moves in closer, and his hand raises to touch her waist as I walk up behind him.
“One finger touches her, I’ll cut it off.”
Avani ignores me because that’s what she’s good at, and the guy grunts.
“She doesn’t want you, man. Fuck off.” I reach for my knife and slide it under his fat chin and hold it as he goes to touch her again. “Touch her. I dare you.”
“Fuck, it’s just pussy,” the guy retorts.
“That’s my pussy,” I tell him, then to her, I say, “Get away from him. Now.”
