I spin around to see Nate has followed me. “What do you want?” I snap.
He places his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”
“I’ve been ignoring you for a reason.”
His eyes narrow, and he takes a step toward me, closing the small space between us. “I don’t know why you’re being a bitch.”
“Me?” I gasp.
“Yes, you. You’re the one who was cheating on me.” He removes his hands from his pockets and points at himself. “With your stepbrother,” Nate spits out with disgust.
“Look.” I push my hip out. “When I care enough to talk about this, I’ll call you.” Giving him my back, I go to leave but he grabs my arm again and yanks me back this time while spinning me around.
“You’re leaving with me. Now.” He growls in my face.
I laugh, shaking my head. He’s got to be joking. “I’m not going anywhere with you, Nate. It’s over. We’re over.”
His fingers dig into my arm, causing me to hiss in a breath before he starts dragging me out of the living room. Thankfully, the place is packed, so he has a hard time getting us through the crowd. I manage to jerk my arm free, and he spins back around to grab me again.
“I’m not fucking playing with you, Ray!” he snaps in my face.
“What the fuck—?” My words cut off when I see a set of green eyes watching me from across the living room. Colt is here with his besties and Mitch. What the fuck is he doing with them?
All their eyes are on me. My teeth grind when Colt leans in to whisper something to Alex. He nods, and then the three of them take off, leaving Colt there with Mitch, who then walks off as well. He’s just staring at me. A look that I know all too well. My body breaks out in goose bumps, and I swallow nervously. Heat rushes up my spine, and I blame it on the shots I downed. I have got to get the fuck out of here. And quick.
I look up at Nate and growl. “I need to use the restroom,” I lie. Now I have to figure out how to hide from two men.
He removes his hand from my arm. “You have five minutes.”
I refrain from laughing at that and spin around, making a mad dash to the front door, getting the hell out of here.
CHAPTER SEVEN
COLTON
I GRIP HER upper arm and yank her out of the living room.
“Hey—” she protests, trying to dig her heels into the floor, but I drag her into a nearby room and shove her in, slamming the door shut behind me and flipping on the light. “What the fuck are you doing?” she demands, whirling around on me.
“What in the fuck are you doing?” I growl.
“Trying to leave, but since that’s not happening…” She lifts the red Solo cup to her mouth and takes a big gulp.
“No, with Nate. What the fuck were you doing with Nate?” I came thinking Mike would give her shit, but I overheard a few guys talking out back by the pool when we first arrived that he wasn’t going to be here tonight. Then when I saw her talking to Nate, it pissed me off. He showed his true colors after he watched the video. He no longer gets to be around her. Which is why I released it in the first place—to run him off. I’m not letting him get close again. Not in the way he’d like anyway.
She had been ignoring his texts. Did she talk to him today? “Did you come here with him?” I demand. I saw him touch her, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit. I couldn’t hear what they were saying from across the room with the loud music, but she didn’t seem very happy with him. When I asked Mitch what the fuck was going on between them, he said she had acted surprised to see Nate here. But that still doesn’t explain why he was dragging her out of the living room and where the fuck they were going.
She places one hand on her hip and takes another drink from her Solo cup, obviously going to ignore my question.
I rip it from her hand, making some spill down the front of her dress, and set it on the dresser to my right.
“Hey, I was drinking that,” she protests. “What’s wrong, Colt? Are you jealous?” Her red lips turn up in the corners before she starts laughing at the stupid accusation.
I grab her dress and yank her to me. Spinning her around, I shove her back into the wall next to the closed door. Our faces are so close that if I stuck my tongue out, I could lick the liquor off her chin that I spilled. “Goddamn right, I’m jealous,” I growl.