Page 180 of Tainted Romance

Chapter Sixty-eight

ZANE

“Come to the festival, Taylor. It will be fun, Taylor,” Taylor mimicked what Ebony had obviously said to him because I sure as fuck hadn’t said he will have fun. Taylor groaned and threw the pieces of the tent down. “Fuck it, we are sleeping outside because I don’t know how to put that shit together.”

“God, give it to me,” Ebony snapped. She had come back in a foul mood. She said she had spoken to Allie, but her ‘plan’ wasn’t on track when it came to Blake.

Ebony was picking up the pieces when she froze. “Oh shit,” she muttered.

“What?” I looked at her, as she got up looking panicked.

“He is coming.” Ebony started shaking. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Ebony, calm down.” I put a hand on her shoulder.

“No, you don’t understand. He is probably coming to yell at me. I wasn’t, um, very nice to Allie. I may have been a bit aggressive.”

“Well, looks like you are about to find out.” I spotted Blake heading towards us.

She started cursing and nervously rocking from foot to foot. “Oh God, I don’t think I can go another round with him.”

“The Ebony I know can face down any man,” Taylor pointed out.

“Every man but him,” she said quickly just as he stepped into hearing distance. “How did he even find me in this sea of people.”

Taylor scoffed, “You mean in the sea of fucking tents. All of which are put up apart from our two.”

Blake came to a stop at our deflated tent. He looked at it for a moment then his eyes were on Ebony.

“Can we talk?” he said. Speaking to her with a tone that was actually acceptable. He usually snapped at her or yelled at her. He didn’t talk nicely to her. Ebony didn’t move or say anything.

“Allie said I should try and talk to you,” he added, looking nervous.

Never seen Blake nervous, but he was nervous right now.

Ebony snapped out of it and was quick to walk to him.

“I never thought I’d be grateful to Allie.” She locked her arms around his neck and went up on her tippy toes brushing her lips against his, and that was all that was needed to spark their fire because Blake’s self-control was gone as he lifted her up gripping her like he was dying for her.

He started walking them away.

It was when they disappeared in the trees I knew they were gone for the night.

“Ok, where are you going?” Taylor said as I started to walk off.

I turned and grinned at him. “To find Allie.” Seeing as her bodyguard was gone, it meant she was by herself.

That’s if Chase wasn’t with her.

I felt my pull to her, and I just followed my feet, being drawn to her.

I reached out for her, finding her mind easily.

If I open a second bottle, would I be considered an alcoholic? Considering I had drunk my weight in beer tonight, maybe I shouldn’t open a second bottle. Then again, I am by myself for the night, so did it really matter if I got off my face?

And I’m at a festival.

Yep, open a second bottle.

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