Page 18 of Cruel Alpha Bully

The two of them talk animatedly, and Gina laughs a lot, putting her hand on his arm and gazing up at him. I’m halfway across the street and in front of the music store before I even know what’s happening.

As I shove open the door and the little bell above me rings, the guy puts his hand on Gina’s shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” my voice booms through the store, making Gina jump. They are the only ones in here at the moment, and it makes me even angrier to see she’s effectively alone with another man.

“Bailey?” she exclaims, surprised. Her friend takes a very obvious step back, away from her.

That’s right, asshole. Back off.

“What’s going on?” I growl, stalking towards them. My eyes flick between them back and forth, searching for any evidence they might be guilty.

“Don’t you remember Scott?” Gina asks. “He was in my music class at school. I’m just showing him a flute—”

“The hell you are,” I snap, putting myself between them. “Why is he all over you, then, if this is just a friendly hello?”

I do remember Scott. I just don’t ever remember him hanging out with Gina, much less that they were good friends.

Gina frowns, and I can see she’s getting mad. I haven’t forgotten about Scott and turn around to glare at him.

“Might not be a good day to buy a flute, buddy,” I hiss at him. “Take off and have a good hard think about what you really want here.”

Scott practically flees the store. I turn around to Gina, ready to tell her exactly how I feel. This situation can’t continue. She has to accept me as her mate.

“What the hell was that?” Gina yells. Her eyes are teary, and her lower lip is trembling, but her voice is strong. “It’s a good thing my manager isn’t here. I could have gotten fired for that!”

“I don’t care,” I snap back. “I’m not going to just stand around and let some guy fall all over you. It’s obscene!”

“He’s just a customer!” Gina throws her hands up in the air, shaking her head. “We were in a band together in high school, and he wanted to catch up. I have no idea what you’re so upset about.”

You showed him more affection in five minutes than you have to me in a whole week—and we’re married!

For a moment, I can’t get any words out. I had planned everything that I wanted to say, but now rage has tied my tongue firmly to the roof of my mouth.

“Bailey,” Gina says firmly, “you can’t behave like this. It’s unacceptable.”

“Unacceptable!” My voice comes out in a harsh rush. “You’re the one that’s been playing up to random people all day, then falling all over your old boyfriend right in front of me!”

“Old boyfriend?” she exclaims. “I never dated Scott. Why would you think that?”

“You two looked very close,” I mutter, taking a step towards her. Our bodies are now inches apart. As close as she was standing to Scott only a few minutes ago.

She glares up at me with her bright blue eyes. Her gorgeous red lips are pressed together, and her cheeks are burning with a pale pink blush.

She’s so beautiful!

Gina folds her arms across her chest, making her breasts bounce. The sight distracts me so much, I momentarily forget what we’re supposed to be talking about.

Just kiss her.

I want to, but she looks mad enough to bite me if I try it.

I think I’d like that.

I’m just about to give in to my urges and kiss her when she whispers very softly, “You have no right to talk about anything that happened in high school.”

The words make me freeze. They have such an impact on me, she could have screamed them, but she didn’t have to.

I stare at her for another few seconds, trying to think of something to say. Eventually, I just can’t face her gaze any longer, so I turn and stride away, hurrying down the street without even knowing where I’m going.

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