Page 66 of Malicious Intentions

“First, Evan isn’t here. Second, Bentley and I aren’t all over each other. Third, I don’t give a rat’s ass what Evan thinks. He doesn’t own me.” We move through the throng of writhing bodies. “I only did it as a favor to Bentley. Did you see how jealous Londyn looked?”

Sophia and I find a spot on the dance floor and start gyrating our hips to the music. “I missed that part. Londyn needs to dump Zac. He’s a pretentious asshole.”

Disgust contorts her face as she glares at Zac. “Her parents want her with that asshole. It has everything to do with his father owning a tech company. The delusional motherfuckers think Zac is going to take it over someday.” Sophia shakes her head. “If he does, he’ll run it into the ground.”

“Sounds about right. Londyn should dump him and go with Bentley.”

Sophia nods. “ Let’s hope she does.” She grins at me. “Let’s forget about them and dance our cares away.” She throws her hands in the air, and I grin, doing the same.

She’s right.Time to let loose like irresponsible nineteen-year-old college girls.

CHAPTER 44

Alexis

Igiggle as I trip over my feet, slamming into Bentley’s back. “Oops. S-Sorry, Bent.” My voice slurs slightly as he turns around, his brows raised.

“Lexi. You need to slow down.” He shakes his head when I reach for the drink in his hand.

“That’s my drink.” My brows draw in as I teeter in my high heels.

“You don’t need any more. You’ve had enough.” He holds the bottle higher when I jump for my wine cooler, then grabs my arm, keeping me upright when I nearly fall over.

“Oops. I’m not very graceful.” I laugh, deciding to try a different tactic. “It’s why my mom didn’t name me Grace.” I walk my fingers up Bentley’s arm, batting my long lashes at him. “Can I have my drinkie back? Pretty please.”

Bentley smirks, looking over my shoulder. “Nope. I’m sure Evan agrees with me.”

“Stop teasing me,” I lightly smack his chest. “Evan’s not here. Now stop being a buzzkill and give me my drink.”

“I’m not here, huh?” Evan’s voice shakes from anger, his hot breaths blowing over my ear. He grabs my arm and spins me around so I’m facing him.

Oh shit. Grumpy’s here.

Normally, I’d be terrified of the rage burning in his charcoal eyes. But not tonight.

My body is warm and loose from the alcohol, and I’ve been having a blast drinking and dancing with the girls.

“What’re you doing here?” I glance over my shoulder, my eyes narrowing on Bentley. “Did you call this asshole and invite him here to spoil my fun?”

Bentley chuckles. “I didn’t need to call or text him. He knew where you were.” He reaches over, fist-bumping Evan before his gaze returns to mine. “He had me watch over you to ensure your safety until he arrived.”

I pout. “Damn it, Bentley. I thought we were friends.”

“We are, Lexi. His desire to ensure you’re safe isn’t a bad thing.”

“Bentley’s a smart man.” A genuine smile is on Evan’s face. “Thanks for watching over her. She’s a handful.” His gaze drops to me, eyes narrowing. “Time to go.”

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you.” I try pulling away from his tight grip, but my efforts are futile.

“Like hell you aren’t.” Evan tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Thanks again, Bentley.” His gaze moves to Sophia, who stands beside Bentley. “Do you have a ride home?”

She nods. “Yeah. Trent’s coming to pick me up.”

“Good. Don’t leave with anyone else.” He pats Bentley’s shoulder. “Make sure she behaves.”

Bentley takes a swig of his beer. “You know it.”

I beat my fists against Evan’s back. “Put me down.”

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