Page 109 of Beautifully Reckless

“Asking me what?” I snap, hands on my hips as I glare up at his towering height.

“Shit,” Ringo mutters, dragging a hand down his face before his gaze darts over my head, and he gestures for me to start walking.

But stuff that. I’m not going anywhere. So instead, I shoot him a steely glare as I shake my head, and he sighs.

“Fine. We can do this here if we must.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Last night, I asked you to marry me, and you said yes.”

I frown. Then blink. The frown again. Before I laugh.

Ohhh. I get it.

They are all messing with me. This must be a club joke or something.

“Yeah I remember that,” I snort. “You were mucking around…” When his serious expression doesn’t falter, I start to panic. “Right?”

He shakes his head.

Oh… shit!

My hands drop to my sides, all my sass now gone.

“I thought you were kidding,” I whisper, my heart thumping an irregular rhythm in my chest.

“Angel, I’d never joke about that.”

My mouth opens… then snaps shut.

Is this really happening? Is his club really here to witness us get married?

Panic crashes into me like a wave, drenching me in cold, choking dread.

“I’m not marrying you.”

“Why the fuck not?” he snaps, brows knitting together like my denial has hurt his feelings.

“You’re kidding right?” I scoff.

“Do I look like a fucking joking man, Angel?”

For a long moment I just stare up at this man I have so quickly become enamoured with in utter disbelief.

He blinks at me, and I blink at him, but nothing changes. He remains serious, and I…I can’t do this.

Spinning on my heel, I storm away.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he snaps, his long strides easily keeping up with mine.

“I’ve told you before,” I bite out, flinging him a furious glare as I stomp towards his house. “I’mnotmarrying you or anyone else. And I’m certainly not interested in being yourproperty, or your side piece wife while you keep an old lady.” I stop abruptly and jab my finger into his chest, hard. “I don’t fucking share.”

He smirks.

He. Bloody. Smirks!

“Good, because I don’t fucking share either, and I have no fucking interest in anyone but you, Angel.”

I roll my eyes and throw my arms wide.

“Oh sure. You say that now until you have me at home playing your little housewife, raising your six kids while you visit yourold ladyat the club and fuck her the way you used to fuck me!”

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