Page 4 of His Reluctant Savior

That stops him for a second since he’s already drunk.

“Who?” he demands.

“Does it matter? I was invited. Get over it.”

It’s not like we got printed invitations, for fuck’s sake.

I walk off with the tequila bottle before someone grabs my shoulder. On instinct, I grab his hand and twist my body as I twist his by bending the hand at the wrist, dropping one of the linebackers onto his knees. He cries out as I bend it harder.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me.”

There’s only one person allowed to touch me, and he never would because he loathes me.

I glance around the room to make sure no one comes at me before I release him. He falls on his knees, cradling his hand as he glares at me.

I point at him. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” I repeat to make my point crystal clear.

When I’m sure no one’s going to attack me, I walk off in search of something more interesting.

DaltonReed.

I can’t find him anywhere downstairs, and it makes my stomach twist in knots. There’s only one other place he would go besides the bathroom, and that’s to a bedroom with that fucking girl, who’s also gone.

Over my dead body.

Before, I was jealous of who he was. Now I’m jealous because he’s with that girl. He doesn’t belong with her. And he doesn’t belong with boys. He belongs to me.

I meander up the stairs more calmly than my heart and stomach were. It’s one thing to see Dalton pretend to flirt over the years. It’s another that he plans to go through with this bullshit.

There are four bedrooms upstairs, and all the doors are shut. I try turning the knob on the first one, but it’s locked. The last three doors are unlocked with various couples making out, but no Dalton. I walk back to the first locked door, kick it open, step inside, and shut it behind me.

The girl bolts upright, looking terrified for a moment before she gets pissed at seeing me.

“Fucking Virgil! Get out!” she screams.

I take a swig from the tequila bottle before setting it down on the dresser and point at her, “You. Get out. Now.” My voice is calm, but it radiates danger. Her eyes grow wide as she gathers her shirt on the bed and tosses it over her bra.

I inwardly scoff that Dalton doesn’t stop her as she leaves and slams the door behind her. Then I smirk as he sighs in relief.

Look at me, saving Dalton from being forced to fuck a girl.

Just when I think he’s a nice boy who’s a pushover, he suddenly lunges at me, and we tumble to the floor. His fist clocks the left side of my jaw, and I see blackness fora second. He comes in with another fist before I catch his hand and roll him over onto his back.

“What the fuck, Virgil! You have no right to be here!” he yells.

“You don’t like girls,” I hiss, pressing my aching face close to his. He smells too fucking good, like something fresh and clean, mixed with beer. But the hint of girl perfume makes me want to toss him into the shower and wash it all off.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re such a psychopath! I’m allowed to be with a girl.”

He struggles underneath me, but while he’s fit, so am I. I’m also bigger and have leverage with his arms pinned down.

“But youlikeboys.”

He freezes with wide and dark eyes. “W-what?”

I hate Dalton, so finding him with a girl and my wanting to claim him as mine goes against everything I feel about him. Still… we’re connected. He just doesn’t know it yet.

“You belong to me.”

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