Page 56 of The Forbidden
“Evan,” she growls, just as the prince pipes up.
“I think you should leave,” he growls, eyes narrowing as he stares at me.
I glare at him, hissing out. “And I think you should keep your nose out of my business.”
“Anais is here with me. Therefore, she is my business.” The fucker who seems to want me to punch him shoots back, not missing a beat.
I smile but it’s not a nice look. “She’ll never be your business. Now back the fuck off.” I look at the pain in my ass, arching a brow. “Make your choice.”
Her eyes narrow, as she crosses her arms over her chest. “I choose to continue mydatewith Freddy,” she hisses defiantly.
I smirk. “As you wish.”
Without another thought, I close the space between us, dipping as I wrap my arms around her thighs and toss her over my shoulder. Anais gasps, just as the prince steps toward us.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Fredrik growls, trying to sound threatening but the prick comes across more like a cute puppy than a dominant lion.
Anais beats her small fists on my back, but I ignore her, focusing all my attention on the man in front of me. The one that just might die if he doesn’t get the hell out of my way. Baring my teeth, my voice is low and lethal when I speak. “If you don’t get the fuck out of my way, your family’s going to need a new heir to the throne.”
“Evan,” the brat over my shoulder hisses. “Just put me down. I’ll come with you.Willingly,” she adds, begrudgingly.
I slap her ass. “You had your chance.”
She growls, but obviously accepts her fate, because her voice is filled with apology when she speaks to the prince. “It’s okay, Freddy.” I positively fucking despise that she calls him something so intimate. “I’m fine–”
“You don’t look fine to me,” he shoots back, staring me down.
Anais sighs. “I’m sorry about all this. But I need to talk to Evan.”
The asshole’s mouth drops open in shock. “You’re leaving with him?” he squeaks out incredulously.
“Put me down, Evan.” Anais demands and this time I give in, placing her down gently on her feet. She glares up at me with narrowed eyes, her features filled with exasperation. “You’re an asshole.”
I shrug. “Never claimed to not be one.”
She shakes her head, turning her attention back to the prick. His eyes soften as he stares at her like she hung the damn moon and stars. I ball my fists, chanting in my head.You can’t hit him. You can’t hit him. You can’t hit him. You can’t–
“I’ll call you.”
“You will not,” I roar, my body vibrating with anger as I step forward to lay the prince out. I don’t know why I’m behaving like this, but since that kiss, I feel like I have somesort of claim on her. And that means she doesn’t get to go on dates with suave, smooth talking, European princes.
Ignoring me, Anais speaks toFreddyagain.“I’ll call you,” she repeats, reaching out and grabbing my balled fist. The contact makes me pause. And I take a breath, trying to center myself.
Fredrik’s shoulders sag, and he exhales a breath, shaking his head. “It’s a good job I like you, Anais. I don’t think there’s another woman I’d give a second chance to after this disaster.”
Anais chuckles, as I narrow my eyes. Second chance? Yeah, no. That will never happen.
Gently clasping her wrist before she can say more, I drag her from the room, through the empty restaurant and into my town car waiting outside. Once inside, I settle against the leather seat, closing my eyes and trying to calm my temper before I speak to the bristling woman beside me.
“What the hell was that all about?” she demands, prodding my bicep with her finger.
Rolling my head on the seat, I open my eyes, meeting her stare. “Funny. That’s exactly what I was going to ask you,” I hiss.
Her eyes narrow. “Come on, Evan.” She sighs. “What are you doing? Last night you kissed me, then pretend I don’t exist. And tonight, you’re storming my date. You’re giving me whiplash with this back and forth.”
“It wasn’t a God Damn date,” I snap before inhaling a calming breath. “You shouldn’t have been there, Anais.”
“And why is that?” she challenges, her perfectly shaped brow arching.
