Page 60 of Set the Moment
“Wait! The videos said that I need to do it like this!” she exclaims, her pout deepening as I roll my lips in trying hard not to laugh in her face—and failing.
“Babe it’s a keg, not open heart surgery.” I laugh as she glares at me.
Sienna huffs, her small body turning in an instant to face the monster of a keg next to us.
“I don’t need your stupid help, anyways! I am a powerful queen…” she says, slurring her words as she positions herself in a perfect handstand once again, doing the exact same thing that resulted in her getting a shot of beer up her nostrils.
Chuckling quietly, knowing that laughing will only hurt her feelings more, I take a step back.
Sienna’s handstand is flawless thanks to her years of gymnastics as a kid. I grimace, thinking of the summer she convinced Ryan and I to do it with her.
I can still remember the leotard wedgies we had…Eugh.
She’s positioned in a perfectly straight handstand, but the longer she stays like that, the more she shakes on the keg.
This is not how you do a keg stand…not in the slightest.
Crouching to where her face is, I smirk up at her as she groans, “Need help?”
“Fuck…off,” she replies shakily, getting more beer in her nose this time around, her legs begin to teeter in the air and I’m on my feet in an instant, holding them steady and pulling them to an angle so she doesn’t drown herself.
In seconds, a crowd forms, cheering her on as she does the keg stand like a champ, chugging it. By the time she’s done, there’s people cheering for her and someone has gotten her a paper towel.
“Girl, you did that!” some random girl shouts as I escort her back into the house, parking her in the kitchen.
“More drinkspuh-lease!” she shouts from next to me, I flinch as I hoist her up onto the kitchen island by her waist. I know my way around the Omega house after spending a considerable amount of time here, gaming with some of the guys who live here.
“Stay here,” I command the girl, and she grins up at me, a flame sparking beneath her hazel eyes as she salutes me.
“Yes, sir.” She nods sassily, making my cheeks warm as I leave her on the island to find some more napkins and liquor for her.
I promised myself, and her, that I would be sober. And after only taking a single shot almost an hour ago, I’m sober as hell. My only job tonight is to make sure my girl has fun and is taken care of.
A loud drill song plays as I’m looking through the different liquor bottles for something that won’t mix badly with the liquor already in her system when a familiar giggle rings through my ears.
It’s Sienna’s.
What could she possibly be laughing—
A tall, brown-skinned guy stands in front of Sienna, towering over her. Her and I aren’t officially together. No matter how much I “manifest” it, we haven’t made anything official.
So why does my heart feel like it’s about to be ripped out at the sight of another guytalkingto her? Anger courses through my veins as the dickhead caresses her face gently, and I’m not thinking as I make my way over, her drink in hand.
“My boyfriend is not gonnayikethat…” she slurs, loud enough for me to hear, warming my heart and heightening my anger as the asshole responds, “I don’t see him around,” shrugging carelessly.
Don’t do it.
Don’t do it…
Don’t hit him.
He places a hand on her bare thigh, and Sienna flinches, trying to slip away, but he grips her tighter.
In less than a second, he’s on the ground and my knuckles burn from sucker punching the asshole. The burn of the punch sends a smile to my face. It was well deserved, but did youhearwhat she said?
Sienna just called me herboyfriend!I need to get that printed and hung up somewhere.
On this day, Sienna Sola Jones, publicly announced to a stupid ass guy at a party that Jace Eros Heart is the love of her life.
