Page 19 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

“Keeping your girl waiting is messed up,” he replies.

He must’ve dug deep down to find those balls and he’s a lucky son of a bitch that I have self control because the urge to punch him in the mouth is overwhelming.

I reach around him and pull Willow to me, kissing the top of her head. “Sorry I’m late, baby, but I fell asleep. It’s not like I was out cheating on you like a fucking scumbag.”

Lake snaps his head to her before stepping to the back of the room.

Victory, asshole.

“What the hell, Brock?” Willow hisses, quietly.

“Now, turn and face each other,” the woman, who is clearly the dance instructor, says.

Willow and I face each other and if looks could kill, I’d be dead. “That was so uncalled for,” she whispers.

“Now ladies place one hand on your partner's shoulder and gentlemen place one hand on your partner's side. The other hands come together on your other side.”

“Uncalled for is you allowing him to slide into my place because I’m a few minutes late,” I whisper-shout.

“Now start moving to the music,” the dance instructor says with a clap.

We begin to move, both of us staring at each other with narrow eyes.

“I didn’t allow anything. He stepped up to me as the instructor started talking. Was I supposed to push him away? Make a scene?”

“Yes, you absolutely should’ve pushed him away. You should’ve stepped away from him instead of giving him the slightest thought that he could have another chance,” I say, stepping on her foot.

“Ouch,” she says, pulling away.

“Brock, you’re a wonderful dancer, why are you stepping on Willow’s feet?” my mother asks, shaking her head. “His head is in the clouds.” She smiles at me as my father spins her around.

I pull Willow back to me and we start dancing around the room. My back suddenly feels better. I don’t know if it’s adrenaline or if I’m just so pissed right now I don’t notice it.

“Did you purposely step on my foot?” Willow asks, shaking her head.

The movement of her hair catches my attention and I take her in for the first time. Her hair is bouncing as we move, which causes my eyes to trail down her body. The red dress she has on is tight on the top, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Once the dress hits her waist, it flares out and moves flawlessly with her body.

Damn, she looks fucking hot.

Too bad the red of the dress matches the anger rolling off her. This time she steps on my foot, but I grab her, tugging her closer to me.

“You’re sexy when you're angry with me,” I whisper, pushing her away so I can spin her around only to pull her back, and we move in sync across the dance floor.

“Are you serious?”

I smile as I dip her, before bringing her in close. “They’re all watching,” I whisper, kissing right below her ear.

She gives the slightest nod and returns my smile.

“You’re all doing amazing. What a fantastic group,” the dance instructor says.

“I was late because I fell asleep in the bed, which did help my back. I won’t apologize to Lake for what I said, he deserved it, but I’ll apologize to you for making you wait.”

She lets out a deep breath and nods. “I appreciate that.”

I don’t know if that means she accepts my apology or not, but we start dancing around the room like it’s just the two of us. The faster we move, the more she laughs, and I like the attention it’s drawing to us.

We both smile as we move and right as the song ends, I lift her and she wraps her legs around me. I smile at her, seeking permission to kiss her and she gives her answer by sinking her fingers into my hair.

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