Page 10 of Playing With Fire
“Okay, we’re going to mingle in the crowd. Just signal to us when you’re ready to go and we’ll follow. Everything will be fine, Alex.”
He’s right. I’ll be fine. Nothing will go wrong.
“What are you all talking about? And why does he keep glaring at me?” Wesley snaps and my gaze moves from his face to the person he’s pointing at. Sure enough, Ritchie’s eyes are narrowed. He glares pointedly at the arm that Wesley has wrapped around my waist. He’s chosen tonight of all nights to be a jealous asshole? I don’t have time for this.
“Just ignore it all, Wesley. Let’s head inside,” I tell him.
He nods and begins leading me through huge double doors. I don’t even need to look behind me to know that the look on Ritchie's face must be murderous. The premiere is just as I expected it to be. A lot of celebrities, expensive clothes and drinks, and people trying to mingle and form connections. It’s all very predictable.
“You look like you need a drink,” Wesley says into my ear.
I take a step back from him because the smell of alcohol is really bothering me. His dark eyes narrow when I do.
“No thanks, I’m good Wesley.”
“What’s wrong with you? You used to be fun. You’re acting like a prude.”
“I just have other things on my mind. Okay?”
“How about I take your mind off everything? We could head upstairs, I’m sure we could find an empty room,” he says waggling his black eyebrows.
Why did I think a date with this idiot was a good idea?
Irritation flares in my chest.
“I’m good, Wesley.”
I’m about to walk away from him when he grabs my arm and pulls me back.
“Seriously, why are you acting like a bitch? And who are all those men who showed up with you?”
“Wesley,” I say trying to fight out of his grip, “You’re hurting me.”
His eyes are cold and I wonder just how much I actually know about the guy.
In the next moment, Ritchie appears out of nowhere and he roughly pushes Wesley away. The force knocks him into a table, spilling all the contents to the ground. Glasses and bottles break and the attention I had been trying not to receive falls on all three of us.
Great.
I walk over to Wesley. I’m about to pull him up hoping he didn’t get hurt but Ritchie stops me.
“What the hell, Xandra? Leave him alone.”
“You could have hurt him,” I say, shooting daggers at him with my eyes.
“He’s fine,” Ritchie bites out and sure enough, Wesley stands up and staggers to his feet. He must really be drunk.
“He’s also an asshole.”
I sigh, I can’t deal with this right now. I walk away from both of them and head into the first bathroom I find.
“Alexandra,” someone calls following me in.
“This is the woman’s bathroom,” I tell Ritchie but he shrugs like he doesn’t care. At least there’s no one else in here.
“What do you want?’ I ask him.
“Did you run a background check on that guy?” he asks.
