Page 243 of Unravelling The Beast

“It's good to see you, Arlo.”

I completely blank her, my jaw tense as I take a long swig of my drink while keeping eye contact. I don't fucking trust her. She was fucking Cash for years, and she is Savannah's best friend after all.

She moves her eyes from mine and looks at Wren again before speaking with a smile.

“We should go and dance, Wren.”

“I don't fucking think so.”

Her eyes snap to mine when the words roll off my tongue while placing my glass down on the table, and everyone has gone entirely silent around the table.

“Come on, Arlo. What have I ever done to you and Wren?”

“Whom you fuck with, I don't trust; therefore, I don't fucking trust you either.”

“I don't speak to anyone anymore, Arlo; I've moved on with my life, and I'm just trying to get my shit together.”

Wren turns to face me since her heartstrings have clearly been torn out of her chest, and as soon as our eyes lock, she flutters her eyelashes in an innocent way, causing me to grunt and glance aside.

“I won't be long, baby, and I'll stay in your line of sight at all times.”

My possessive self tells me no, but who the fuck am I to stop her from having fun if she wants it? In reluctance, I nod, and she shifts her head to the side, smiling as she brings her mouth close to mine before whispering.

“I love you.”

She presses her tongue deep into my mouth before kissing me so aggressively that I could ruin her tight cunt right here in front of everyone if she doesn't stop.

I break off the kiss before speaking with exposed teeth against her lips, forcefully.

“Get the fuck out of here, slut, before I fuck you up.”

She smiles widely, of course; she fucking smiles; she loves to test my fucking patience. She rises up off of me and Izzy stands up too, and I stare at Wren's ass as she strolls over to the dance floor.

“What was that about, bro?”

I respond to Milo while keeping my eyes on Wren.

“It's a long fucking story.”

“You're possessive over this chick, huh? She’s got you all fucked up."

I raise my eyebrow before looking his way and taking a long sip of my drink again.

“I don't blame you, bro. She is–”

My eyes narrow on his before I slam my glass down on the table.

“We may be friends, Mil, but shut the fuck up about my girl.”

He holds his hands up with a smirk before resting back in his seat.

“I'm only a human brother, and I'm just saying, you did good.”

My jaw tenses with annoyance, and I pull my eyes away from him to look at Wren as she dances.

“She's carrying my second child.”

He responds with shock in his deep voice.

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