Page 87 of Restrained

“That’s enlightened. No wonder you got into my sister’s panties.”

I push the door open and in one quick motion, pull him outside with me, hoping to cause as small of a scene as possible, shutting the door behind us as he shoves me away from him.

“What the fuck are you doing? I’m not into dudes.”

“Cute.” I can see Lola watching through the glass door, but she doesn’t move to join us, and I'm grateful. “I know, you want to disrupt all the fun, but I thought we should do this out here instead.”

“Do what?” he growls, looking like shit.

“You’re angry. I get it. You miss your brother.”

“You don’t know shit about my brother or anything else. You’re an outsider.”

I nod my head, not arguing. “True. I never got to meet Colt, and from what I've heard he was a damn good man.”

“He was.”

“Great, but do you think he would want you to do this? Try and ruin their wedding?”

“She was his.” His teeth clench tightly. “You think he would be happy about her marrying someone else?”

“Doesn’t he have a kid with someone else? Not sure he would have any room to talk.”

He shoves my chest, but not hard enough to move me. “Fuck you. You don’t know shit.”

“I know what a tantrum looks like.”

He walks away from me toward the dock, and I follow. “So, you hate Penelope because she had the nerve to fall in love with two different people in her life? You know how many people have done that?”

“Oh yeah?” He turns around to face me. “You’re telling me you love Lolaandsome other bitch?”

“No.”

“Okay.” His glare is full of hate. “You think you’d be totally fine if she started fucking some dude on the side. Huh?” He saunters to me, his chest nearly touching mine, and I'm determined not to let his words get to me. “You think you’d be fine if she spread her legs for some other guy? Let him hold her?Whisper sweet little nothings into her ear? All while she’s doing the same thing with you? You would be fine with that?”

I cringe but hope he doesn’t see me flinch. “What happened between those three is between them.”

“Right. Or you just don’t want to admit that your sister is a slut.”

“Watch it.” It’s a quick warning. “Don’t say that shit about my little sister.”

“Or what? And calm the fuck down. She’s been your little sister for all of a month.”

I don’t correct him. “I wouldn’t give a fuck if I’d only just met her two seconds ago. Don’t call her a slut.”

He knows he has me right where he wants me. But what he probably doesn’t know is I'm the one in control. “Careful now.” He leans in close. “You and I get into it, Lola isn’t going to suck your dick tonight.”

I smile derisively, having too much respect for Lola to say anything crude about her. “You’re the angry, broody one, right? That’s your thing.”

Lola walks out and runs toward us, holding the skirt of her dress up with her hand. “What’s going on?”

Asher’s angry gaze lands on hers. “Your boyfriend was just trying to set me straight.”

Her eyes move to mine. “He’s drunk and angry.”

She doesn’t need to make excuses for him.

“It’s okay, Lols. You’re happy enough for all of us, right?”

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