Page 273 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
“Oh he never wanted me.” I waved my hand in the air like it meant nothing even though my heart ached. “He left when he found out my mother was pregnant. I don’t even know his first name.” I reached out and touched Matt’s hard bicep. “You’re always such a good listener in my dreams. Do you want to dance?”
“I’m going to take you home now, okay?”
“But I really feel like dancing. I love this song.” I tried to pull him toward the dancefloor but his hard body was as heavy as it looked.
“No, I’m taking you home.”
“But…it’s the Backstreet Boys.” Was he insane? This was dance music if there was ever dance music.
“Yeah, you’re definitely drunk.”
“I only had punch,” I said.
“And like I literally told you a few minutes ago…there’s alcohol in the punch.”
I shook my head. “No. I’ve never had alcohol before.”
“Well, tonight’s a first then.”
Almost a first.I was about to have my first kiss with Felix. I knew it in my bones. My very hot bones. Was it a thousand degrees in here? “It’s hot.”
“Yeah, that happens when you’ve had too much to drink.”
Matt was insane in the membrane. I didn’t drink alcohol. He probably did. And all the Untouchables. Because they pretended to be cool even though I knew their façade was just that - a façade. They were as broken as me. Except him. I squinted my eyes at Matt. “I don’t get it,” I said.
“Get what?”
“How much one week can change things. I thought you liked me.” I reached out to touch his face again, but he caught my hand in his.
“Let’s talk about it on the way home.”
Matt was such a buzzkill.
“Hey,” Felix said. He was standing next to me with the punch I’d requested.
“Oh, thank you.” I grabbed it with the hand Matt wasn’t holding and took a huge sip. My dry throat felt a million times better.
Matt pulled the cup out of my hand, spilling some onto the ground. “That’s enough.”
“But…”
“I’m taking you home.” He said it more sternly this time.
“Ignore him,” I said to Felix. “He’s just a dream.” I pulled my hand out of Matt’s. “Do you want to dance?” I asked Felix.
He lowered his eyebrows slightly.
“Brooklyn, I’m taking you home,” Matt said and grabbed my arm.
“Let go of me.” I tried to pull away from him, but his grip was firm.
“She said to let her go,” Felix said.
“Why? So you can get her even drunker?”
“She asked for a refill. Get your fucking hands off her.”
“And you’re taking advantage of her,” Matt said.
