Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
He turns back to look at me. “Well, if you were finished with her you wouldn’t care what that chick has to show her.” He smirks at me.
My eyes meet his.
“Would you?” He breaks into a broad smile as he raises his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes.
“He’s right.” Adrian laughs. “Inspector Morse doesn’t miss a trick.”
I shake my head and we get to the bottom of the stairs where I am greeted by the sight of Abbie kissing a guy to the side of the bar.
Cameron smirks again as he turns back to me. “Figures,” he mouths at me and I raise a brow.
My eyes instinctively search the space. I don’t see her anywhere. Bridget comes through the crowd.
“Hi.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I put my arm around her affectionately. She hasn’t taken sides. I really do love Didge. Abbie on the other hand is a bad influence. I haven’t forgotten the ‘Natasha needs to have a threesome’ remark from that tape that night. I can just imagine her constantly setting Tash up with guys, pushing her into it. It’s been haunting me for six fucking months. My eyes search for her again. I am still reeling from the info that Natasha hasn’t slept with anyone else.
She’s still mine.
“She’s dancing,” Bridget smiles.
I frown at her. “Huh?”
“You’re looking for Tash?” she questions.
“No,” I answer. Actually, if the girls are here, who is she dancing with?
Then I see her, she’s laughing and talking up close to some guy in his ear. He has his arm around her, and I find myself clenching my jaw in anger. I look away in a rush. I need a drink, so I head straight to the bar as jealousy starts to pump through my veins. What am I doing? She shouldn’t affect me this way. I order three shots and drink them in succession. I need to loosen the hell up. I get the rest of the drinks for everybody and head back to the group and there she is…with Cyril? I put my head down so I don’t make a scene and strangle him on the spot. What’s his name again? I troll my brain. Fuck he’s so…geeky.
Cameron leans over to talk in my ear. “Who’s the bozo?”
I shrug in annoyance.
Natasha walks over and grabs my arm affectionately. “Joshua, baby, you remember Simon?” She slurs into my ear.
I nod and put my hand out to shake his. I really want to break this fucker’s fingers right now. Work friend, work friend, work friend, I remind myself. Cameron smirks as he goes up on his toes in cheek and puts his hand out to shake hands.
“Simon.”
“Cameron.” Cameron smiles. He and Adrian smile broadly at each other. Why do they love it when I sweat like this?
“Adrian.” Adrian holds out his hand to shake the loser’s hand. “Simon.” He smiles.
Natasha walks over to me and slips her hand under my
suit jacket and around my waist. She kisses my shoulder.
“Let’s dance, baby.” She grabs my hand and tries to pull me onto the dance floor.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to dance.”
She pulls a whiny face and I smile. She really is a very cute drunk.
She turns to geek boy. “Simon, will you dance with me, honey?” she slurs. She wouldn’t.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles. “Of course, milady.” He wraps his arm around her and they dance off through the crowd.
My eyes flick to Cameron who is smiling into his drink. “Don’t look at me, she asked you first.”
I swig my drink without tasting it. Bitch.
Natasha doesn’t come back for over an hour and I find myself constantly looking for her. Where in the hell is she?
“Hi, I’m Elsa,” a pretty brunette purrs. “And this is Carmen.” She points to a stunning blonde who beams at us.
I smile as I turn to her. “Hello, I’m Joshua and this is Cameron and Adrian.” They both turn to her and smile. From the corner of my eye, I see Natasha’s yellow dress on the other side of the dance floor. My eyes flick over. She’s in Simon’s arms and dirty dancing. My face drops and Adrian turns to see what I am looking at.
He does a low whistle.
I immediately turn to face the dance floor and put my hands in my pockets as fury heats my blood. I run my tongue over my teeth in contempt. He’s kidding himself. She’s blind drunk…nice friend he is. He slowly runs his hand down her back and pulls her into him by the waist. She leans in to listen to something he says and throws her head back in laughter.
I stand rooted on the spot as fury courses through me. Turn around, turn around. Turn the fuck around. I can’t, I can’t make myself walk away. Natasha steps back, overbalances and nearly falls over. He helps her up and then leans in and kisses her neck. My eyes widen and I stand still as I watch. Her bodyguard walks over to them on the dance floor. He whispers something to her as he gently grabs her by the elbow. Thank God he’s finally doing his job. Natasha turns and talks to him and then turns away from him in annoyance, Simon grabs her again and she giggles loudly. That’s it, I snap. I storm over to them.