Page 105 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” I hissed, taking hold of her arm. Evelyn raised an eyebrow, looking unaffected.

“I'm getting a drink. You should pay more attention to your date. She looks quite lonely.”

Scotty, or whatever the fuck his name was, set the drink in front of Evie and she downed it, setting the empty glass back on the counter.

“You shouldn't be drinking,” I pointed out.

“And you shouldn't be telling me anything,” she replied nonchalantly. Her gaze flew to the woman next to me and she added, “Enjoy your night and let me enjoy mine.”

With one last glare she left but didn't approach Jenna, she went straight to the dance floor, closing her eyes and trying to get lost in the music.

Furious, I asked for another drink. As if drawn to her, my eyes found her in the middle of the crowded club with no trouble. Her hips swayed and her hands were in her hair…and there was a man behind her. She didn't seem to mind. His hands were on her hips and his lips were near her ear, whispering God knows what.

Nothing worse in the fucking world than watching another man's hands on the woman that's yours.

She was trying to forget, I knew that much but this…shit, whatever she was doing was unbelievable.

Sensing my thoughts, her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. Her eyes were clouded by lust, anger…and I knew she saw the same in mine.

She knew the look in my eyes.

I saw her exhale before she pushed herself away from the man behind her, leaving him alone on the dance floor as she walked away. Her hand over her fast beating heart, she rushed past me not sparing me a glance and towards the restroom.

Fuck it.

I jumped off the stool and followed behind her. Impulsive, yes. But I needed to try something, anything for her to understand that I had no fucking choice when it came to what I had to do.

When I opened the door to the restroom, she had her eyes closed and she was gripping the counter as if her life depended on it. I placed the lock on the door, watching how she tensed even further. She knew I was there.

I approached her was like I was trying to help a wounded animal. I didn't how she'd react or if she'd attack instead of accepting my help. I stood behind her, watching her crestfallen expression through the mirror and touched her bare arm, hearing her shaky exhale. She shuddered as her eyes opened. My strong, brave woman was so broken.

“Evelyn,” I whispered as I turned her slowly around.

She didn't fight me and it wasn't until we were face to face that I realized how breathless we both were.

There was no going back.

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Evelyn

He was debating what to do. His gaze landed on my lips and then my eyes, searching for a protest. My name left his lips again as a breathless whisper and I looked at him, eyes pleading. For what I wasn't sure, I just knew that he would know what to do.

No further words needed to be spoken, not when he brushed my hair back, and not as his mouth landed on mine with a passionate kiss. We moaned at the contact, reveling in each other’s taste. His hand traveled to the back of my head, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss.

My senses were overrun with emotions. His hands were on my body, his mouth on me. As much as I tried to deny it, I wanted him. I missed him.

I hated him yet loved him with every ounce of my being.

So as he bunched up my dress around my waist and lowered my panties, I wasted no time in undoing his belt and zipper. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me against the wall.

He pushed into me with a groan, stilling and savoring the moment in which our bodies were united once again. Nathan's eyes were on me, full of longing and desire, desire that I was sure was visible in my own. Everything pointed to us being a certified disaster and perhaps this was nothing more than a drunken mistake, but my heart refused to believe that.

It was too real.

Too right.

I moaned softly as he pulled back, then embedded himself back inside me, feeling every inch of him, our connection intensified by our unwavering gazes. In that moment I found it hard to believe that he didn't want me. The soft groans that left his lips told me that he felt at home with me, inside me. So what had gone wrong?

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