Page 23 of Waiting Game

“You won’t fucking touch him,” I warned, as he twirled me outwards and back in again, pressing me against his chest.

“You underestimate me, angel.”

I shook my head, and my eyes scanned the crowd.

People were watching and whispering as he pressed my body to his. His hands wandered downwards, from the small of my back to my ass, and he squeezed lightly.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear.

“You’re just lucky you made it down the aisle,” he whispered, “because I had other ideas.”

“That’s your problem, Ren. You’re full of stupid ideas.”

He chuckled again, and I stepped backward to put some space between us, but he wouldn’t allow it. His fingers dug deeper into the skin of my waist, holding me against him as he looked down at me.

“So you’re saying that you wouldn’t enjoy it if I took you into the hall right now, so we could be alone?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“Not even if I pulled up that little dress and fucked you senseless?”

“Nope,” I shook my head again.

“I guess the screaming would get a little too loud for such a public place.”

“I don’t scream,” I snapped.

“Hmm,” he smiled down at me, “it sounds to me like Dr. Pete isn’t fucking you right.”

“How do you know his name?” I demanded.

He twirled me again, out and back in as he pressed his torso hard against mine, using a finger to tip my chin up to look at him. His eyes bore into mine, dark and searching.

“I can guarantee, angel, that when I’m back inside that little wet cunt of yours, youwillbe screaming. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t like that.”

“No,” I breathed, “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, baby girl,” he laughed, tucking a stray curl behind my ear, “I don’t think even you believed that.”

I worked out of his hold and pushed him away.

I didn’t want this.

This was no happy reunion.

This was not the beginning of a second chance romance novel.

This was real life.

I missed him too. Deeply.

But the person that I missed didn’t exist anymore.

“What did you expect, Ren?” I said a little too loudly, “Did you expect me to return, and run right back into your arms? That I would forget everything that happened?”

He smiled sadly, the teasing expression disappearing as he dropped his hands from my waist and stuffed them into his pockets.

“Valerie,” I heard Mum’s voice from behind me, “must you continue to embarrass yourself like this?” she scolded in a hushed tone, looking around the crowd of other dancers whose eyes were now on us.

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