“You knew who I was when I was here earlier. You taunted me. And then I return home, only to be told that I’ll be married to you and then in just a couple hours later, I’m told that you don’t want to marry me. What is going on?”
“What is going on is that I don’t want to marry you.”
“But why?”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Why does it bother you that I don’t want to marry you? I assumed you’d be happy. A girl like you… not having to be tied down to any man.”
I cross my arms with a huff. “A girl like me? You make me sound like a whore, or something.”
“Well, you did come out to my club and got wasted. I don’t know what else you get up to.”
“I am not a whore. I just like to drink and dance.”
“See, that’s the problem.” He stands up and walks over to me. I force myself to hold my ground. He’s a lot taller than I remember… probably because I had a drink in me at that point. “I don’t want a wife who will embarrass me and your actions embarrassed me tonight.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that.”
“I’m an asshole?”
“You run a club where people come to drink and dance, which is exactly what I did, and yet you’re judging me for it. How is that ok?”
“It just life. It doesn’t have to make sense. Now I suggest you leave.” He looks me over once more in a way that makes me feel naked. “Unless you want to stay.”
“And show you that I’m a whore that you think I am? No. I am not a slut. I am a good catch. And I’m glad I won’t have to marry you. I would hate to be tied down to an oppressive judgy asshole like you.” I storm out of his office.
When I make it back to the main part of the club, a man approaches me. He’s clearly drunk from the way he’s swaying and reeks of alcohol.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he slurs, reaching out to me. I step back but he surges forward faster than I’m expecting and wraps his hand around my arm. “Come dance with me.”
“No.” I try wrenching my arm away but he’s a lot stronger than he looks. “Let me go. Now.”
“I want to dance with you.” He presses his body against mine and I gag, trying to back away but he’s not letting me.
“Let me go. Now.” I hate how my voice wavers. Normally, I’m tough but that doesn’t mean I never feel fear and right now, I’m here at Enzo’s club (which I shouldn’t be) and getting accosted by a drunk asshole who’s not taking no for an answer. I’m on my own.
“Come on baby,” he slurs.
“No,” I say, trying to push him away but he’s not moving. “Let me go. Stop it. Stop it!”
And suddenly, someone is tugging the man away. It’s Enzo. He pushes the man back and the drunk man stumbles to the ground.
Enzo turns to me with an unreadable expression.
I wonder what my expression says because right now, all I feel is fear. My vulnerability must be written on my face.
With a gasp, I run from the club and Enzo, fortunately, doesn’t stop me.
Chapter Three
Kira
My father is understandably angry when I return home but since it’s five in the morning now, he tells me to just go to my room so he can get some rest since he was up all night worrying about me.
I can’t stop thinking about Enzo’s face and how he saved me from that man. But why? Enzo made it clear he doesn’t want me. Apparently I’m not good enough for him.
