Page 36 of Last Round

“I was cheated,” Killian continues to say.

“I won fair and square.” Luckily, Sean doesn’t understand Killian’s drunken rumblings.

“I hope you’re happy,” Jessica sneers.

“Does it look like I’m fucking happy?” Killian narrows his gaze at her.

“I am,” Sean slurs his reply.

“It’s fine if you want to drink yourself to death. We all know you’re going to die in a puddle of your own vomit or from an incurable case of syphilis. But keep my Seany Bear out of it.”

Killian hiccups before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “Seany Bear.”

I cover my own laugh. The first time I heard that ridiculous pet name, I had a similar reaction. That was the start of our first fight.

“Eat shit, Killian. Come on, Seany, let’s get you home.” Jessica urges my brother out of the bar.

“Any chance you could drop Killian off?” I risk asking. I get it. She hates Killian, but she can’t be that much of a cold-hearted bitch to leave her fiancé’s best friend behind.

“Sure—” Sean starts to say.

“No,” Jessica cuts in. “He can sleep it off in the dumpster for all I care.”

“But, Jess?” Sean whines.

“Don’t youJessme. He’s a terrible friend. I can’t believe he’s going to be our best man. There is no way you’re going to any bachelor party planned by that man-whore. Now, let’s go.”

Sean and Jessica continue their argument as they leave.

“Well, that was fun.” I try to lighten the mood but fail. Rage is vibrating off Killian in waves.

“I need to get home,” he all but growls.

I follow his line of sight, assuming his anger is being directed at Jessica, but notice it’s locked on a group of guys who are unapologetically checking me out. One blows me a kiss as he notices me staring.

“Now,” Killian bites out. His fist is clenched as he attempts to stand. Thankfully, he collapses to his ass again. I have a feeling he wasn’t trying to get out of here and was about to start a bar fight.

“Do you have a car?” I ask, realizing I hadn’t noticed.

“At home.” He’s still not looking at me.

“Well, that does us a lot of good.” I stand in front of him, hoping I can refocus his attention. It works like a charm. His glazed-over blue eyes lock on mine.

“You’re pretty,” he hums.

“You’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk.” He reaches up, fingering the fishnet over my navel.

“Unfortunately, yes, you are.”

“You know, they say alcohol is like a truth serum. So it’s not like it isn’t true.”

“I know. Still doesn’t make it right.”

“Looks pretty right to me.” Wrapping his arms around my midsection, he pulls me close and rests his head on my chest, using my breasts as a pillow.

“It looks like you could use some help,” Dani says. Shocked by her sudden appearance, I push Killian away and nearly break my ankle in the process.

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