Page 149 of She will Always be Mine

“Yeah. ’Cause it’s inviting bad luck,” the girl, Rashmi, replies.

“So terribly wrong.” Monica winces. “And sad.”

“Why?” Rashmi grumbles.

“What if you want to have a threesome?” says Monica, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you’ll say no because of your belief? Now that’s bad luck.”

Hysteric laughter spills from my lips at the sad expression on Monica’s face as if not having a threesome is the worst tragedy. I could have never seen this turn in the conversation coming, but my light-headed mind is too hooked to stop listening.

“I don’t wanna have a threesome.” Rashmi yelps, embarrassed.

“Why not?” questions Monica with a tilt of her head. “Is it because of your rule?”

“I got a solution! One word.” I perk up, as if we’re tackling a huge problem. They both look at me. “Foursome.”

Rashmi, who is slightly sober than us, buries her head into her hands in defeat. Monica’s eyes, on the other hand, sparkle as she mulls over my answer.

“Hmm,” she mumbles.

“What? It’s the perfect solution.” I frown.

“Four’s a crowd.”

“So is three,” I say while throwing my hands up. “How would you even know?”

Monica and I always seem to have the weirdest and stupidest conversations when we’re drunk. Last time, it was about haunted houses and tonight, apparently it’s orgies.

Before she can give her smart-ass comeback, I hear someone clear his throat behind us and goosebumps rise on my skin. I’m afraid to turn around because I already know its Riaan.

I need no other proof to validate my assumption, because it’s evident in the way my friends’ eyes have turned into saucers. His presence renders all of us speechless and blushing. Heat warms my back and I try not to melt under his gaze.

Damn! How much did he hear?

“Hey, Riaan.” Monica speaks first. The mischievous glint in her eyes tells me nothing innocent is about to come out of her mouth. “What do you prefer? Threesomes or foursomes?” she boldly asks and I close my eyes in mild embarrassment. Apparently, drunk Monica has no filter.

I stare at Riaan’s profile as he comes to stand beside me, hands in his pockets and a tiny smirk tilting his lips. “I don’t share my woman.”

I hide my smile at his smug answer and the undercurrent of possessiveness in his tone.

If it were possible to swoon and melt into a puddle, my friends would be doing exactly that. Vicious jealousy sparks in my gut as they ogle him. So before the alcohol could steal my sensibilities and I shout he’s mine, I pick up my bag from the ground and clear my throat.

“I’m going to go home, Monica,” I announce. “See ya tomorrow. ’Kay?”

“Stay, Nyra.” She pouts before flirting at the man standing beside me. “Riaan can drink with us too.”

“He’s busy,” I sharply say. The girls are taken aback by my tone but not Riaan, who I can feel fighting off his smile. “I mean, with the concert so close and everything.”

The tension ebbs away and Monica shrugs, already forgetting my earlier words. “Okay, babe. Don’t be late tomorrow.”

“I promise.” I nod and hug her and Rashmi.

“Take care, Monica,” Riaan politely says before we step away from them.

As we silently walk toward his car, I feel his intensity growing like a live wire. If he can tell that I’m drunk, he doesn’t mention it. Although he does hold my hand when I trip on air with a low chuckle.

The moonlight shines down on us and I observe the crowd has thinned out. The only people remaining are couples hiding in some of the dark corners while others get high and drunk.

“So threesomes, huh?” he teases and I bite my lip. “You and your friends talk about dicks when you’re drunk?”

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