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I lose my temper, quickly landing a punch to his face before picking him up by his coat and slamming him into the wall.

"Listen to me, stay away from Allie. She is off-limits to everyone here," I say in his face before letting him drop to the floor.

"Fine, dude, she isn't that hot," he mutters, and for that, I punch him again before walking out of the classroom. The thing is, she is that hot, but I can't let her near me because of her dad. I find Lily in the library and kiss her, thinking at least I can annoy Allie for now.

I drop a glass as I stop fucking daydreaming about Allie and our past.

"Shit," I mutter, looking down at the mess on the shiny, new floors. I go to run my fingers through my hair when I realise I had it cut. It’s short now, a little more on the top, but it’s out of my face. I just wanted a change.

I grumble to myself before going to get the broom. I check my phone as I walk and see I have a message from Allie about the wedding. I feel like shit about how I reacted the last time I saw her. Fuck, even I will admit I was jealous seeing that prick, Gage, kiss her cheek, and I lost it.

I quickly clean up my mess and start reloading the bottles of spirits. The club opens next Saturday and nearly everything is done. I look around the bar from the middle of the room. There is a stage in the one corner, and the upstairs level looks over the dance floor in front of it.The floors are all black, and the walls have mirrors on them, reflecting the bar and dance floor. There are seats all around the edges and a stupid amount of little lights all over the ceiling. When they are on, it looks like stars. Exactly how I wanted it to, though I don’t want to be the one who has to replace the three hundred or so bulbs up there as they burn out.

I have hired my staff, and I plan to work some nights myself. I do want to be involved with this place. It feels like a step in the right direction. A way to have a future, instead of just a fucked up past and a fuck load of money.

"Holy cow, what did you do to your hair?" I hear Allie shout as she comes into the bar. She slides onto one of the bar stools, looking as hot as ever. She has on a tiny, leather jacket and black, skinny jeans, which look moulded onto her skin. Her hair is down today, which I kind of like more. It stops just at her shoulders.

“Wanted a change.” I shrug as she stares at me.

“It looks good,” she says, clearing her throat and looking a little red.

I don't reply as she takes her time looking around, and I'm nervous to see if she likes it. Fuck, I’m really lost if I actually care what she thinks. I pick up another bottle and put it away.

"This place is really something. Kings, huh? I like it,” she says, and I turn to see her grin at me. I can't help but smile back at her happy face.We both watch each other and the urge to lean over the counter and kiss her is becoming stronger.

"Right, cookie, I came to see you because we need to plan this reception. I had the idea of hiring a marquee to put in your back garden. It's big enough, and we could buy tables and decorations, even hire a band and someone to do food," she says and then waits for my answer.

The garden is big enough, and we have the space for the cars. It would work for Jake as well; he could go in to sleep when he gets tired. We even have enough room to invite some guests to stay if they need to.

"Sounds good. I will sort the marquee, food, and tables. You can sort the rest," I say, putting another bottle on the shelf. I watch a little in shock as Allie comes around the bar and starts helping me put bottles away.

“I know Maisy loves roses and birds. I know she is having roses as her wedding bouquet. So I'll buy lots for the tables, and I'll have a look at different decorations. I’ll text you if I need help,” she says, and I nod at her.

"Thanks. Look, I'm really fucking sorry about the other day. I overreacted," I say, gulping at her shocked face. I’m aware I've never said sorry to her before.

"Thanks. I mean, holy cow, I've never heard you say nice things to me. I so wasn't expecting an apology." She laughs.

Her laughing stops as I move closer, boxing her into the bar.

"Allie, I don’t apologise to anyone. But for you, I will," I say, leaning into her space and stopping only a breath away from her lips. "I will say sorry to you a million times if it helps, but it won't. Give me a chance, or I'm going to take one," I whisper as her eyes widen.

I don't give her a chance to say a witty retort before I kiss her. She resists me for a second before parting her lips and letting me in. I run my hand through her soft, blond hair, pulling her head to the side to gain more access. She moans as I bite her lip, pulling away. It kills me not to undress her and fuck her over my bar, but I want Allie forever, not just a quick fuck.

"Let go." She pushes me away and walks off to give us some distance.I can see how annoyed she is with herself, and it makes me smile.

She looks all flustered with messy hair and swollen lips.I’ve waited years for my first kiss with her, and she did not disappoint. She tastes better than I ever thought she would. I lick my lips as I watch her glare at me. I like that she doesn’t give in easily.

"You can't just decide you want me and then . . . then kiss me," she stutters while sorting her hair out.I’ve never seen her stutter over anything.

I lean against the bar and smirk at her. "I just did."

She looks so hot when she stomps her feet and walks out the door that I can't help but laugh. I get that she is going to try to stop me from having her, but she hasn’t realised she’s already mine.

"Hey, bro, what did you do to piss off Allie this time?" Sebastian asks with a smirk as he walks in and stops in the middle of the room.

"Nothing. She won't forget anytime soon." I laugh, picking up more bottles to put into the fridge.

Sebastian whistles low before saying, "This place looks great, bro."

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