“I have people I need to greet,” I say, removing my arm from her.
Her eyes trail to where my family stands and back to me. “Well let me come.”
“No, it’s fine,”
“Tyler, bring your fiancé with you.” Mitchell’s eyes are on me.
“I’ll be just a minute,” I say, walking away
With each step I’m given a flashback of last night. Sunny’s lips exploring my body, as if she were trying to memorize it. My hands in her hair and that look in her eyes as she swallowed me entirely.
Fuck.
“The man of the hour.” Cole gives me a hug. “You okay?” he asks, placing his hands on my shoulders.He knows. He always does. That’s why he’s head of security.
I just nod.
“We’ll talk later.” He pats my shoulder and releases me.
“Congrats man.” Anthony hugs me.
I give Macey and Sam hugs and kisses, though my sister is clearly reluctant and pissed off at me. I can’t blame her. I kept secrets from her. I don’t like it, but I knew how she’d react if I told her before the agreement was done. That I was fulfilling at least one promise made, even if I never made it myself.
I approach Sunny, my heart beating a bit louder in my chest. “Can I talk to you?”
She just blinks at me. “About what?”
I shake my head. I see that fortress trying to come back up. She’s so damn stubborn, and it’s turning me on instead of pissing me off.
Not saying anything else, I grab the flute of champagne from her hand and set it on a tray. With her arm in hand, I take her to a place where I know no one will find us.
“Tyler!” she snaps as I continue to drag her down stairs into a dark cellar filled with hundreds of different wine bottles.
We need a quiet place to talk without any disruptions.
A place where I know no one will hear her screaming my name.
SUNNY
Before I can say anything else, he pushes me against an old brick wall in the dimly lit room lined with hundreds of wine bottles. The thud of my back against the wall is the only other sound in here besides his heavy breathing.
The sharp angles of his face are hallowed in the dim lighting, and it makes me wonder if this is who his victims see before he introduces them to death.
I know he was thinking about me all night. And I know he was thinking about me all day, even here, at his own engagement party. Yet, here we are, still at the damn engagement party.
He didn’t call it off.
“What do you want, Tyler?” I cross my arms.
“Me? What do you want, Sunny?” He starts pacing in front of me.
I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I want except for one thing.
I don’t want him to marry her.
“We are at yourengagementparty, Tyler. You are engaged when you promised to find a way out. You didn’t just break the promise but you locked yourself in instead!”
“How is what you’re doing any different? How is it any better? It’s not a solution. It’s a fucking cop out,” he growls.
