Page 79 of Finding Our Reality

She reaches into her purse and pulls out a lipstick. “What about it?” She paints her mouth in a pink sheen before tossing it back in her purse.

“You wanted me to kiss you.”

“That was all in your head.”

“The hell it was. You moaned, Lulu.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The hell you do. You moaned. The same moan you gave me the very first time we kissed. The same moan you gave me every single time you wanted me to kiss you. The very same moan I’ve heard every single night in my dreams for the past twelve years.”

“You have a funny way of showing that you missed those so-called moans. Did you ask all those other women to moan like me when sticking your dick inside them?”

I don’t even have a chance to answer. The tool is back.

He sets a fresh drink in front of Lulu. And it doesn’t go unnoticed by me that he’s drinking a beer seltzer. He just reduced himself fromtooltopussy.

“Ry, I appreciate the chitchat. But I’d like to get back to my conversation with Aaron now, please.”

Reluctantly, I stand. Before I leave the table, I lean down, rubbing my lips against the shell of her ear. “I’ve seen you leave this bar with a stranger for the last time. It’s not happening again.”

Her laugh is demented. “Wanna bet? Game on.”

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I don’t go far. I make sure to stay within view of her at all times. I should be given a medal for keeping my cool, for not breaking the guy’s nose. When they move from the table to the dance floorand she stumbles, I growl at Cullen. “I thought you made her drinks weak!”

She’s drunk. Not just buzzed, but drunk.

It’s easy to see.

Music pumps through the speakers from the satellite radio. She’s letting him grind against her and she’s not even stiff. She’s relaxed. Limp, like a wet noodle.

The bar gets really crowded right as the band for tonight starts warming up. I wave, getting Will’s attention. “I’m running to the bathroom, keep an eye on her.”

Peeing in record time, I panic when I can’t find her. “Where did they go?” Will and Cullen are both buried, taking care of customers. Jumping on the foot hold of the bar, I grab Will’s shoulder, shaking him. “Where the hell did she go?”

Will nods at the dance floor. “She’s still there.”

Scanning the crowd, dread sinks deep in my stomach.

Will looks around my shoulder. “Wait, where’d she go?” His eyes grow wide with fear. “Shit. Where’d she go?”

Pushing through the people, I race to the front door. Relief floods over me when I see the two of them standing outside the bar, tucked against the shadows.

Her voice is higher than normal, showcasing the alcohol coursing through her system. “I told you I’ll just follow you to your place. I drive the white sedan. Wait here, I’ll pull around.”

Huh? She doesn’t drive a white sedan. And she would never drive drunk, she knows better than that.Itaught her better than that.

He steps closer to her. “Just ride with me. I’ll bring you back to your car.”

“I have an early meeting. I told you I’ll just follow you. Give me a few minutes to pull around.”

He grabs her arm. “Don’t be a tease. Come on.” He jerks her behind him.

“Ouch!”

My voice is low but easily carries across the distance, traveling on the wings of my rage. “Take your hands off her.”

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