Page 12 of Love, Luck & Clusterf*ck

“Are you saying I’m not someone now? So, what exactly am I, then?”

“Jesus, Perry. That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Never mind.” This night was starting off with a kick that’d leave us both sore in the ass. I grabbed my purse. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the bathroom.”

I hopped off my chair and weaved through tables to get to the restroom. My head was cloudy. I wasn’t sure how I was feeling, but it wasn’t even close to normal. Whatever the hellthatwas anymore.

After spending too much time zoning out in front of the mirror, trying to decipher what had changed about me and coming up short, I left to go back to Dre. Maybe Christa was right. Maybe we weren’t cut out for this shit.

Someone caught my arm as I brushed past a table. I glanced down to see a hand circled around it and then up to see whom it belonged to. My mouth dropped.

“I thought that was you.”

Blue eyes zeroed in on me.Oh hell no. Not now.I had enough craziness swirling around inside.

“Yes, it’s me. You can remove your hand now.”

His lips curved and I tried to act unimpressed. But damn, he had a nice smile. He released his grip slowly, and that’s when I noticed the woman attached to his side. She gave him a kiss and it grazed the side of his mouth. “I’ll be back in a few.”

He nodded, his eyes still on me. The redhead made sure to brush her tits against his back as she was leaving, heading towards the hall where I’d just come from.

“If that was her way of marking her territory, she didn’t need to bother.”

He laughed. “No, that’s just Lisa being Lisa.”

“Okay, then. See you around.”

I took a deep breath. That was stupid. I didn’t want to see him around. Anywhere. In fact, if we would’ve just gone to Lucky’s like Dre originally suggested, this would’ve never happened. Did I need to mark this place off-limits too? Maybe I should start a list.

Fuck that. From now on, I was going to go wherever I damn well pleased. I turned to leave but he touched my wrist. “Is it all nice and pink again?”

I gave my head a sharp shake. “What?”

“Your shirt. Did the stain come out?”

“Uh… yeah. It did. Thanks.” Why the fuck was my heart hammering so hard?

“So, is that the loser?” He nodded towards Dre. Our tables weren’t close, but close enough to see him through the crowd. Dre had his eyes planted on one of the big screens and didn’t appear to have noticed us yet.

“What did you say?”

“The guy you’re with tonight. Is he the one wetting his dick in anything with a pulse?” My eyes widened. Ho-ly fuck. Heremembered exactly what Christa had said. “I still say he’s not good enough for you.”

I snapped out of it. “You’re one to talk, Mr. Kettle calling the pot black.”

“I believe it’s the other way around.”

Okay, so I sucked at my expressions. So what? I was getting flustered, and that did not bode well with me. At all. His smile was so damn wide and perfect. I wished he’d just drink some red wine already. Then throw in some food dye to muck it up further.

“And you still don’t have my name right. Don’t you want to know?”

“No.”

“Can I know yours?”

“No.” My anger climbed higher. “Don’t talk shit about the guy I’m with, okay? You have no right. Because the woman you’re with tonight sure doesn’t look like the same one you were with the other night.”

“That’s because she’s not.”

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