“Something about her being too beautiful to be hidden. As soon as he said those words, it was like something came over her.”
That could be part of her cautious character, but something tells me that’s not the case.
“He’s a student at our university, right?”
“Probably. He and his friend are American.”
“Find him.”
That’s when I’ll know if it’s only a small-time felony for daring to dance with her or something else. And who am I kidding? This might as well be an excuse to cut his dick off for having the audacity to touch her.
After hanging up, I stride to the bar area. Ilya stands on the opposite end, close enough to intervene if anyone pushes their luck, but far enough not to be noticed.
Cecily pulls on a drunk Ava’s hand, only to be tugged down and trip.
She’s wearing heels tonight and a fuck-me dress that’s designed to show off her curves, her slim legs, and her pale shoulders.
My cock twitches at the sight. Again. And I close my eyes for a brief second before I stalk toward them.
“Come on, Ava.” Cecily grabs her friend’s hand. “I told you I can’t carry you when you’re drunk.”
“Cecy!” Ava wraps her in a hug, grinning. “My beautiful bestie.”
Then she sniffs and pulls back. “Why do you smell like male cologne? And sex? Oh my fucking God, did you shag?”
Cecily’s face goes red.
Ava’s mouth opens and then closes before she blurts, “OMG, OMG, you’re not a prude anymore. OMGEEE. Everyone! This girl right here finally got the D!”
“Ava!” Cecily slams a hand on her mouth. “I swear to God, if you don’t get up and help me take you to the car, I’m going to call Eli so he’ll pick us up.”
A glare is all Ava offers before she sluggishly gets up and leans on Cecily.
“You’re a cruel little bitch.” Ava staggers, then falls on her. “How can you threaten me with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?”
Cecily tries to half carry her and crumbles every second at her weight. “Ugh, when did you become so heavy?”
“Rude. I’m not heavy…” Ava trails off, and blinks upon seeing me standing behind them. “Oh, hi, Anni’s scary brother. Do you also party here? Good taste, good taste. Also, can you let Anni live a little? Thanks in advance.”
Cecily freezes, then whips her head in my direction. She must loosen her grip from around Ava, because she falls to the floor in a heap of giggles.
“What are you doing here?” Cecily purses her lips. “Go away.”
“Don’t.” I step into her space and she has no room to push back unless she’s willing to step on her friend.
I grab her by the waist and press her front against my chest. “You seem to be developing the habit of defying me just to get on my nerves, but that won’t serve any purpose except for pissing me off. And you know exactly what I become like when I’m mad, so don’t fucking test me.”
She bangs her tiny fists against my chest as if that will somehow hurt me. “Just leave me alone. Me trying to get my friend home has nothing to do with our arrangement, so you shouldn’t even be here.”
“I’ll be the one to decide that.” I release her for no other reason than to control myself.
If I touch her soft skin for one more minute, I’ll need to plow inside her tight heat.
Again.
Cecily crouches down to hold Ava, who’s using the floor as her pillow and is practically sleeping. She nudges her friend and implores her to wake up, but there’s no sign of responsiveness.
I nod at Ilya and he swiftly picks up Ava and carries her in his arms. Cecily’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”