Page 107 of Breaking Point
doing me proud, Crawford, and earning me immense bragging rights
thank you for your service
He’s about to kiss me.
This drunk buffoon of a man who won’t take no for an answer is about to kiss me. And all I can think about is how disappointed I am it’s not Grayson.
“Camera or not, I’m not kissing you!” I declare for the millionth time. At first, I was being polite, the small buzz of wine making me giggle at the guy, but now I’m not laughing.
The drunk twat’s eyes are so hooded I question if he can see me or not. “It’s the rules, baby girl. You have to follow the rules,” he slurs.
“No, she doesn’t. Get back before I shove my foot down your throat,” Cindy growls beside me.
“Rules are rules,” he sing-songs for the millionth time.
His meaty hand comes down on my chair’s arm as he lifts offhis and bends all the way over. I make the mistake of trying to shove his chest. His free hand clutches my hand and keeps it in a firm grip. He’s leaning so far forward I’m surprised he hasn’t toppled into my lap.
Cindy stands behind me as I practically fall across her chair trying to get away.
“Are you going to do anything or just sit there like idiots?” Cindy sneers, no doubt to his other drunk friends.
Other girls and drunk patrons murmur behind me but still no one interferes. Isn’t security watching the screens? How can anyone see this and think I want him to kiss me?
“No means no!” I scoff in his face. “Clearly you never went to fucking school if you don’t know basic English.”
His eyes suddenly take on a hard glint. “Bitch.”
“If I’m such a bitch, stop trying to kiss me,” I hiss through gritted teeth.
He makes a move for me, his other hand cupping my cheek with such force I cry out. “Just shut your fucking mouth and kiss me or I’ll muzzle you like the?—”
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
The sudden jolt from the plexiglass makes us both pause. Him in his pursuit and mine in my retreat.
Grayson stands on the other side, his gloves and helmet off as he heaves wildly, his neck flushed crimson. “Get your fucking hands off her before I break every bone in your body!” he roars.
The drunk above me freezes, his body locking up like it’s made of stone.
I’ve never felt gratitude like I do now.
He smiles. “Crawford! Dude, you’re amazing. That?—”
Grayson points a menacing finger at him as he spits through gritted teeth, “Get. The. Fuck. Off. Her.”
Each word is punctuated with steely resolve, matching his hardened eyes. The blue eyes that usually look at me with such softness.
The drunk wobbles as he pushes himself off me. Huffing andpuffing like a child about to throw a tantrum. He throws his hands in the direction of the Jumbotron that is now showing Grayson’s stony face filled with rage. “I was just doing what it told me to.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter. She saidno.” He throws his hands in the air too. “Why the fuck do I have to keep teaching imbeciles like you that lesson? No means fucking no!”
The crowd begins to cheer Grayson’s last name, the buzz of the arena heightening for him despite the scene happening before us.
Cindy snickers beside me. “Figures they get turned on by his anger.”
