“Well, I wasn’t really in the mood for you to walk through the event with a woman who isn’t your bride to be over your shoulder, Not only in front of everyone, but her god damn parents,” he seethes. The closer he gets, the more I can smell the alcohol seeping from his bulging veins and sweating skin.
“Well, it’s a good thing they all know where I stand then,” I challenge.
“Tyler!” He throws his glass, shattering it.
Cole and Anthony immediately step between us, but they’re too late. I fist his shirt, slamming him against a wall. “Look who is irrational and making a scene, now. Don’t ever fucking threaten me again.” I throw him, watching him stumble on his feet.
He’s got his teeth in me, but I’m about to fucking bite back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SUNNY
A glass breakingin the distance captures all our attention. I hold my breath as we watch the fallout between Tyler and Mitchell. Now I understand why Mitchell has Tyler do his dirty work—Mitchell is sloppy and Tyler is practiced.
“Oh god,” Sam groans. “Daddy is not happy.”
“Jesus Christ.” I get up. “Fuck this,”
“Where are you going?” Macey asks.
“To go find Connor and put an end to all the starting rumors.”
“Yeah, Sunny, get it girl!” Sam says, mimicking a cowboy riding a horse with a lasso.
Laughing, I turn around to see Tyler stalking through the crowd with Cole and Anthony attempting to help Mitchell on his stumbling feet. He shrugs the two guys off, refusing their help as he shuffles towards the bar. When he notices me, his eyes follow me through the crowd while I look for Connor. No doubt does he assume I’m looking for his son, since Tyler is clearly looking for me.
They’re all angry over one common denominator.Me. So I’m going to make a fucking point to all of them. Mitchell’s eyesnarrow on me, watching my every move.I will fucking give you a show.Statements are necessary in crowds like this, and I’m going to make one.
When I find Connor standing with a group of people, I march myself over to him, grab him by his shirt collar and press my lips against his.
At first, he’s taken aback. His hands fall to my hips, tugging me closer so our kiss can get deeper.
And Tyler is right—he’s always fucking right.
The only thing getting me through this kiss with Connor is thinking about what it was like with Tyler. Still, I continue working my mouth on his, making my fucking statement. Pulling back, I slip a piece of paper that has my number on it.
“We have an agreement?” I ask.
He looks at me wide-eyed. “Of course.”
“Okay.” I push him off. When I turn I have two sets of emerald eyes on me—one Tyler’s, one his father’s.
I turn to Mitchell and flip him off.
TYLER
I can’t explain what happens inside me when I see her lips on his, but all I know—it isn’t good. I don’t care who he is, but eventually, he will be dead.
All I know is she wants to get her point across not just to me, but Mitchell too. And when she turned around and flipped him off, it only made me love her more.
I fuckinglovethat girl.
I watch with a smile because I know when her lips were on his she was tasting me the whole goddamn time. My girl knows what she wants, but she is still confused about what she needs.
Slowly, she will learn.
I will make her mine. She will find her way to me. She just gave me a challenge, and little does Sunny darling know, I love a fucking challenge.
