Page 25 of Never Fall for an Angel

Marriage is a contract, and I’m anything but willing to be a tamed show pony. I’ve spent years of my life making my mother happy, and that’s why I chose a school a thousand miles away in Texas where she couldn’t reach me. Mom may love the glitz and glam of her life, but I’d rather be completely alone in the world than marry a man simply because it’s expected of me.

“There’s something else?”

“What now?” I groan.

“Cross. He’s dangerous.”

Instantly, my cheeks heat, my stomach doing a backflip.

Men like you are dangerous for girls like me.

“Is this because he broke your arm? Because that’s kind of his job. Protecting me and all.”

Corbin’s jaw tightens, and he looks away. “He’s in love with you.”

Right.

“Who wouldn’t be?” I joke, but the humor is lost on him, so I let out a deep breath and swallow some of my drink. “Look, Christian’s just looking out for me. Not that it matters, but I was spiraling after what happened at the party.”

Even if the butterflies in my stomach say otherwise, there’s not a world in this Universe in which Christian Cross and I are in love. “

“I’m just looking out for you, Mila,” he says, glancing over my head. I don’t have to turn around to know Christian’s watching me. He’s been watching me all night.

“From what? The boogeyman or your bruised ego?”

He fixes me with a dark stare, and instant guilt washes through me. I’m not normally a mean girl, but there’s something about being stalked, being told your stepfather is going to marry you off to the highest bidder, and being corralled like a guinea pig your whole life that just really tests your patience after a while.

“You’re smarter than you act, Mila.”

I step back like he’d slapped me.

“Okay, wow. Fucking rude. Time’s up.”

For the third time, I turn to stalk away, but again, he catches my wrist, this time, his fingers digging in tighter. I only go because I’m not about to have him suing for another surgery because he can’t keep his hands to himself.

“I’m just telling you to be careful. He’s not who he says he is. He’s dangerous.”

Jesus Christ, if he says that one more time. . .

I yank my hand away, stepping back away from him.

“So is butter.”

I storm away before he can say anything else and search the room for my sisters.

I mean, who does he think he is? Showing up here and telling me Christian is dangerous. He’s the one that tried to force me to fuck him in a dirty,occupiedbathroom.

Stay away from Christian.

As if I have that kind of choice. He’s always there. Always watching.

Right now is no different when I storm up to the table he and Logan have occupied all night. He’s watching me with a hint of amusement in his eyes while Logan is nowhere to be found.

Cocky asshole.

“Come dance with me.”

His gaze flicks up over my legs, to my thighs, then over my breasts before, finally, his eyes meet mine.

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