“Everly,” I warned. “I’ve already spoken to him.”
“You knew, and you tried to fuck her?”
Zoltán had looked bored, but his eyes flashed to me, his expression shifting to something sincere. Maybe pained.
“Don’t act like you don’t speak the language,” she snarled. “You understand every word I’m saying. Or if you don’t—” she lifted an emotionally loaded middle finger,hooked her arm in mine, and walked us out. “Today sucked for you. But you’re going to survive it. Tonight, you’re going to make it your bitch. And tomorrow? We’re raising hell.”
I rolled my eyes, staring at the floor.
And then, on the dance floor, I put on the performance of my life. I plastered on my smile, I drank to excess, I laughed too loud, and befriended some of the dogs.
And Zoltán watched every second on the edge of the dance floor, under the twinkling lights. But he was unworthy of me. He was uninvited to my chaos.
One of the waiters was cute, but my conscience stopped me after a little flirty wave. Zolt would no doubt have him unemployed by the morning.
There was his teammate, but… that wasn’t the mess I was after. I didn’t want it to follow me on the track.
I didn’t want him to see how it would be only one night.
I wanted him to think we might text or I might send him photos. A boyfriend. To take me out publicly.
So I narrowed my sights on a distant cousin of his. They looked somewhat alike — same dark eyes, same high forehead, but not that broody charisma that made him a ten out of ten.
Even if he had done this to me.
I twirled around this man — Si — and when I backed up into him for a more lively song, Zoltán clenched his fist.
Fucking good.
But when my new victim went to get us another round, and I started dancing with Everly, Zoltán walked passed me, “You can flirt with these men, but they won’t fuck you like I do.”
And I hated that he was right.
He’d wanted one last night before it all turned to shit, and Ihated that I wanted to give it to him.
Si didn’t return to me. Zolt had only left following after him, and I couldn’t imagine what he’d had to say to his cousin for him to leave.
He was right; no one would ever be as good as him. My libido, my heart, and my head were all on very different sides. The battle of the wedding hadn’t been Ciclati vs Veltar. It was me vs me.
And as I realised that, I sobered slightly.
I wanted Zoltán. More than I’d ever wanted any man.
I wanted his breath on my neck; his hand knotted in my hair; his dirty words in my ear.
And I couldn’t. He couldn’t. We couldn’t.
Could we?
My mood had flattened since Zolt had scared away Si, and when Luca and Ever went to bed, I decided to call it a night, too.
Making sure Zolt watched me walk away.
Tonight, he’d realise that as much as he could wreck me, I was the one in control. I was just as capable of ruining sex for him. Tonight, this man would drool over me, beg for forgiveness that he would never get.
Because this was the last night he’d ever have me.
I trudged up the stairs, closed the door, and stripped, getting into bed and staring at the door.
