Page 228 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
What the actual fuck was wrong with him! That meant that either James, Mason, or Matt was out of the wedding party. Or maybe all three of them. I wasn’t even one of them and it felt like a slap in my face.
“Penny, didn’t you make out with Brendan once or twice?” Matt asked as he took a huge sip of beer.
Thanks, drunk Matt. I really appreciate you bringing that up.
James lowered his eyebrows as he glared at Matt.
James excused himself from the table to go get another round of drinks. Mason went with him to help. And Rob and Daphne wandered off to discuss something in the corner of the bar.
“Are you okay?” Bee asked Matt.
“Oh, I’m great,” Matt said.
Bee reached out and grabbed his hand. “Really? Because you’re not acting great.”
“I’m fucking fantastic. You know, you don’t have to pretend to care about me just because you’re screwing my brother.”
Bee removed her hand. “We’re engaged,” she said.
“Like that means anything.”
Bee shook her head. “I’m going to go get you some water.” She excused herself from the table.
Matt and I just sat there in silence for a moment.
Something was definitely bothering him. But I was a little scared to ask since he’d just bitten Bee’s head off.
“Did you have fun in that room the other night?” he finally asked, breaking the silence. “Not as innocent as you look, huh?”
I could feel my face turning red. “You’re in a destructive mood today.”
“Yeah.” He looked down at his half empty glass. “I hate weddings.”
It was the first thing he’d said tonight that sounded sincere. “Why?”
He blinked and didn’t answer.
“Why do you hate weddings, Matt?”
He shrugged, playing with the condensation on his glass.
I got it. Weddings kind of sucked when you were single. He was the last of our single friends. But that didn’t mean he had to lash out at all of us. I’d been planning to tell him not to bring Tanner tonight. But I was pretty sure if he didn’t bring Tanner this might be the version of Matt that showed up at Rob’s wedding. And no one wanted that. I’d keep that tidbit of information to myself. Even though I hated secrets. A secret for one week wasn’t so bad though.
“I’m here you know,” I said. “If you ever want to talk about it.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
It kind of seemed like there was…
“I gotta get out of here,” he said. He downed the rest of his glass and slammed it on the table. “Later, Penny.”
“Matt.” I grabbed his hand before he could walk out.
He looked down at my hand and then back up to my face. His pupils were dilated. And I was worried it wasn’t just alcohol in his system. I didn’t care that he was being a jerk. I just needed to make sure he was okay.
“You shouldn’t spend the night alone. Come back to our place.”
For just a second his eyes fell to my lips.
