Page 389 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
I walked toward the guy who had bought me a whiskey, making sure to pass the one they wanted to buy us a round of drinks. I smiled shyly at the guy. It looked like he thought I was going to stop and talk to him. I noticed him frown as I leaned against the counter near my future dance partner.
"Back already?" he said with a smile. "How'd you like the whiskey?"
I laughed. "It was awful."
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
"Oh, it was. Thanks for that."
"Anytime." He seemed pleased with himself.
"You said you'd be willing to help with..."
"Do you have something else fun on your list you want me to do for you?" he said, cutting me off.
"Yes actually. Will you dance with me?"
He smiled. "I'd love to." He downed his drink and whispered something to his friends before walking with me toward where the DJ was set up in the back of the bar.
Unfortunately it was a slow song. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in close. I could smell the whiskey on his breath and it made me ridiculously uncomfortable. I tilted my head to the side so I was staring over his shoulder.Just one song.
"Whoever you're marrying is a very lucky guy," he whispered in my ear.
"Thanks." Did James think he was lucky? I had thought so before yesterday. But I wasn't sure anymore.Does he even love me?The alcohol and my friends' laughter had momentarily distracted me from the notes he had written to Isabella. He loved her so much. I didn't want to be here right now. I just wanted to go home.
"You're beautiful, you know."
For some reason his words made me want to cry. I didn't say anything. I just turned my head away from him even more. The song would be over any second.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
I suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. "I miss him." All I wanted was to be in James' arms. I needed to hear him say that everything was okay. And that he loved me.
"You don't have to go home alone tonight." His hands slid down to my ass.
I pushed on his chest and stepped back. "I'm sorry, I'm not...I'm not looking to go home with anyone."
"Let me buy you another drink."
"No, I've already had too much to drink. I'm sorry." I quickly walked away from him and ran directly into the guy I was supposed to be making googly eyes with.
"You okay?" he asked.
I looked over my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just..." I shook my head.
"Bad night?"
"Honestly, I miss my fiancé. His friends kidnapped him for his bachelor party this weekend. So my friends decided to throw me a bachelorette party. All I really wanted to do tonight was watch a movie."
"Honestly, I'd rather be watching a movie too."
I smiled. "I'm not interested in going home with anyone tonight. I'm just going to go back over to my table."
"I'm not trying to sleep with you. I mean, you're gorgeous. But I'm not an asshole."
I looked up at him.
"You're engaged."
