past; making me spill a bit of alcohol over
the rim of my glass. He glances back at me, apologizing briefly before
disappearing into the crowd.
I wipe my wet hand on my
shorts and sigh. I am done waiting for Cole. He likes to play games with me and
I always make sure he never fully gets his way. Cole loves power and control
and in a way we both enjoy the power struggles, but I am not going to allow him
to turn me into a puppet or plaything. I make it clear on a daily basis that I
don't want or like to be 'owned.' Evidently I need to remind him that I'm
not like the past girls he's dated. There is something about Cole that seriously
draws me in but even I have limits and I think I've reached mine tonight.
Now my eyes scan the crowd
deliberately. Most people know I am off limits, but I have noticed that if
anyone does hit on me, it's because they've arrived at the party after Cole and
I made our grand entrance. I watch the main doorway of the room, waiting for a
new guy or group to arrive. It doesn't take long before I spy four guys
entering the room, beers in hand—looking for a good time. They look slightly
older than myself, so I assume they are college freshman. They are all pretty
cute but I focus on the blond. He kind of reminds me of Cole. It'd be a way to
drive my point home to Cole. I can replace him as easily as he can replace me.
Not that I want to—but a girl has to do what a girl has to do to keep her guy's
attention.
Without any reservations, I
begin to make my way over. Dating Cole has made me confidant when it comes to
guys. Now that I no longer have the reputation as 'town freak', I am learning
that guys find me quite attractive. Usually I don't care because I'm not an
'attention seeker'. I like minding my own business and doing my own thing. The
only attention I want is Cole's.
And I am determined to get it
tonight.
One of the blond’s friends catches sight of me walking over and he
nudges his friends, grinning widely at me as I walk up.
My attention shifts to the
tall blond with the warm blue eyes. I tilt my head slightly to the side, eyes
boldly flirtatious. “Dance?”
“Sure.” He immediately hands
off his beer to a friend.
I grab his hand and pull him
into the crowd. When we make a spot for ourselves, he instantly moves in close,
his hands settling on my hips. He's confident. I like that. We dance closely
together until someone moves past us, pauses, and then turns back—the guy
frowning at us. He puts a hand on the blond’s broad
shoulder and warns, “She's taken, man,” before he moves off.
This causes my dance partner
to look at me a bit quizzically.
“My boyfriend ditched me.”
“His loss is my gain,” he
retorts.
“I would definitely agree.”
He likes my response and
pulls me in close, his hips grinding next to mine as his hands settle on my
ass. Okay. So maybe this is going a little too far , Ithink
uneasily . I'm trying to teach Cole a lesson, not break up with him. I'm
about to say something but then I see my dance partner's blue eyes shift over
my shoulder and focus on something.
“If you want to keep all your
fingers, you'll get them off my girlfriend's ass, now .”
A chill creeps up my spine at
the sound of Cole's pissed voice. Damn it. This is not how this is supposed to
go down. My dance partner seems to hesitate before he releases me. With great
reluctance, I turn around to face Cole and his expression is calm but his green
eyes are deadly. They are more than a little hostile as he grabs my upper arm
painfully before dragging me through the crowd. His grip has me wincing and I
find myself stumbling as I try to keep up with his long-legged stride. It's
crowded and I keep bumping into people, and finally I give up on apologizing as
my chest tightens with embarrassment.
“Cole, slow down!” I snap as
I trip over a beer bottle and almost fall down.
He ignores me and yanks my
arm harder, pulling me through the crowd and down a hall towards a set of
the rim of my glass. He glances back at me, apologizing briefly before
disappearing into the crowd.
I wipe my wet hand on my
shorts and sigh. I am done waiting for Cole. He likes to play games with me and
I always make sure he never fully gets his way. Cole loves power and control
and in a way we both enjoy the power struggles, but I am not going to allow him
to turn me into a puppet or plaything. I make it clear on a daily basis that I
don't want or like to be 'owned.' Evidently I need to remind him that I'm
not like the past girls he's dated. There is something about Cole that seriously
draws me in but even I have limits and I think I've reached mine tonight.
Now my eyes scan the crowd
deliberately. Most people know I am off limits, but I have noticed that if
anyone does hit on me, it's because they've arrived at the party after Cole and
I made our grand entrance. I watch the main doorway of the room, waiting for a
new guy or group to arrive. It doesn't take long before I spy four guys
entering the room, beers in hand—looking for a good time. They look slightly
older than myself, so I assume they are college freshman. They are all pretty
cute but I focus on the blond. He kind of reminds me of Cole. It'd be a way to
drive my point home to Cole. I can replace him as easily as he can replace me.
Not that I want to—but a girl has to do what a girl has to do to keep her guy's
attention.
Without any reservations, I
begin to make my way over. Dating Cole has made me confidant when it comes to
guys. Now that I no longer have the reputation as 'town freak', I am learning
that guys find me quite attractive. Usually I don't care because I'm not an
'attention seeker'. I like minding my own business and doing my own thing. The
only attention I want is Cole's.
And I am determined to get it
tonight.
One of the blond’s friends catches sight of me walking over and he
nudges his friends, grinning widely at me as I walk up.
My attention shifts to the
tall blond with the warm blue eyes. I tilt my head slightly to the side, eyes
boldly flirtatious. “Dance?”
“Sure.” He immediately hands
off his beer to a friend.
I grab his hand and pull him
into the crowd. When we make a spot for ourselves, he instantly moves in close,
his hands settling on my hips. He's confident. I like that. We dance closely
together until someone moves past us, pauses, and then turns back—the guy
frowning at us. He puts a hand on the blond’s broad
shoulder and warns, “She's taken, man,” before he moves off.
This causes my dance partner
to look at me a bit quizzically.
“My boyfriend ditched me.”
“His loss is my gain,” he
retorts.
“I would definitely agree.”
He likes my response and
pulls me in close, his hips grinding next to mine as his hands settle on my
ass. Okay. So maybe this is going a little too far , Ithink
uneasily . I'm trying to teach Cole a lesson, not break up with him. I'm
about to say something but then I see my dance partner's blue eyes shift over
my shoulder and focus on something.
“If you want to keep all your
fingers, you'll get them off my girlfriend's ass, now .”
A chill creeps up my spine at
the sound of Cole's pissed voice. Damn it. This is not how this is supposed to
go down. My dance partner seems to hesitate before he releases me. With great
reluctance, I turn around to face Cole and his expression is calm but his green
eyes are deadly. They are more than a little hostile as he grabs my upper arm
painfully before dragging me through the crowd. His grip has me wincing and I
find myself stumbling as I try to keep up with his long-legged stride. It's
crowded and I keep bumping into people, and finally I give up on apologizing as
my chest tightens with embarrassment.
“Cole, slow down!” I snap as
I trip over a beer bottle and almost fall down.
He ignores me and yanks my
arm harder, pulling me through the crowd and down a hall towards a set of
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