Page 104 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 37

Nathan

It didn't take me long to find her, especially not with the damn dress she wore. It accentuated all her curves and I knew that there was more than one man ogling over her.

I saw the shock all over her face, her beautiful eyes widened and her lips parted with surprise. It was a fucking bad idea to ask David where she was, but the minute I knew she was going out, I knew I had to try to talk to her.

I couldn't tell her the shit that was going on because she'd worry herself senseless for no reason. Even David couldn't figure out what the fuck to do. The betrayal Evelyn would face would be too much. It would truly fucking break her if she knew what her family was capable of doing.

I stood there like an idiot for I don't know how long, and her eyes met mine. They were angry…and so fucking sad. I'd hurt her.

Being a free man didn't matter, not when I was still chained to Hannah in many ways.

Jenna squeezed Evelyn's shoulder gently and she nodded, turning around and walking away.

Evie tried to act tough, like she wasn't in pain, like the wound wasn't raw and still bleeding. I understood it; she'd been through so much in the last few months that it was easier to pretend like this didn't hurt her. Deciding that giving her some room to think was the best option in that moment, I went over to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink.

Soon the one drink turned into three…I rejected a fourth. If I wanted to even try to talk to Evie, I couldn’t be wasted. I needed to make sense.

Suddenly, I felt a finger running down my arm and I flinched.

What the fuck?

A red-haired woman smiled up at me, bright blue eyes looking at me with flirtatious mischief.

“This seat occupied?” she asked with a smile.

It wasn't. “No.”

She tossed her hair back, exposing her delicate shoulders. I laughed humorlessly. She had the wrong fucking idea.

“You here alone?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Not really,” I grit out, pressing my lips together.

I glanced over to the other side of the club where Evelyn stood speaking to Jenna, eyes set in my direction.

She was jealous.

“You know I can make it worth your time.” Her warm breath tickled my ear. Finally, I turned around to face the woman that was so freely offering herself to me.

“How is that?” I raised an eyebrow.

“However you want,” she flirted, batting her long eyelashes.

When I was just about to reply that I wasn't interested, Evelyn walked up to the bar, eyes sparkling. For a second, just for a fucking second, I thought she was heading my way, and she did; she stood next to me, but paid no attention to me.

“Scotty!” she called out with a flirty smile.

I shook my head, pressing my lips together.

“Need something, Evelyn?” he asked, returning the smile. I didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on her cleavage.

Bastard.

My jaw tightened.

“Just another vodka,” she smiled, resting her face in her hands.

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