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    He narrowed his gaze a little. “Oh, no. To ruin their wedding wasn’t my n at all.” He breathed out and I slowly nodded. I never got the slightest vibe from him like he was trying to do that anyway.


    But I was still curious as hell as to what his goal was. But it doesn’t seem like he was gonna spill anything.


    “What led to your fallout between yourself and Marco?” I asked next and this time, his eyes got clouded with darkness, making me swallow emptily.


    “I don’t actually know, aside from hin believing I fucked his first girlfriend on purpose.” He sighed out then he threw his drink back in a single go.


    “It seems like the hatred you both have for each other is more than that,” I pointed out tentatively, not wanting to cross a line but also feeling so damn guilty.


    “Well, I guess that’s just a normal thing between brothers.”


    I scoffed. “I have two brothers and they don’t fight.” I informed him and he fondly leveled me with an exasperated expression.


    “We came here to have fun, why are we suddenly talking about my brother? I thought you are really gonna try to move on from him?” He asked and I flushed before ducking my head, cause even though I hadn’t ask those questions solely because of my obsession with Marco, that was just how it was gonna seem like.


    That had nothing to do with this.” I finally sighed as I shot him a re. “And… why did you leave this morning without informing me? Youing along with me on this trip was mainly for the actual wedding day, and you bailed out on me without any warning.”


    He downed another ss of his drink before he sighed. “An emergency came up. You were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you up.”


    “You’re impossible. You could have texted, you know?”


    “I forgot.” He responded and I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed as I got to my feet.


    He arched a brow at me.


    “Where <b>are </b>you going?” He asked and I shot him a re.


    “To go dance<b>, </b><b>cause </b>you’re getting on my nerves and I want to be away from you for now.” I told him and heughed after a few seconds, which made the re on my face more prominent.


    “Why are youughing?”


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    “Cause you


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    look very adorable right now.” He drawled, his eyes pinned on me as he spoke, and I flushed all the way to my roots, while feeling too stunned to speak.


    When his eyes slowly dragged over every inch of my body, it felt like I <i>got </i>lit on fire. I had on a very short dress tonight, one of the shortest dresses I’ve ever worn. It was one of the dresses Zane got me, and it was when I was packing up that I realized he got me more stuff than I realized. And right now, the thin pink dress I had on was starting to feel like it waspletely see through, cause I could feel his gaze gliding over my skin with each passing second.


    When his eyes met with mine again, they seemed to have gotten darker as he drawled. “Have Iplimented your dress tonight? Cause it looks really stunning.”


    I felt my face grow hot while my stomach clenched as it got filled with heat. I exhaled shakily and cleared my throat. “You got the dress, so.,,” I mumbled but he shook his head as his eyes rested on my exposed thighs. It was a thin pink dress that was body con, and didn’t reveal any cleavage at all, but it was very short.


    “It’s not the dress, it’s you. You look very hot tonight, and your curves in this dress are… <b>it’s </b>really <i>a </i>sight.”


    This time, I felt my mouth go dry as I felt my stomach clenched again.


    “Oh… uh, thank you.”


    The side of his lips twitched and he nodded towards the dance floor. “You said you were going off to dance.”


    I nodded fast and cleared my throat, awkwardly sliding my hands down the dress as I spoke. “Of course, I’m going off to do that right now.” I muttered, while my heart elerated because I had just said that I was going off to dance before I could think my words over. I was a very shy person, and dancing is so not my forte.


    Before I could take a step out of our VIP booth, Zane was sliding off, his leather jacket gleaming in the dim lights and making him appear extremely sinful right now.


    “Let’s go then.”


    I gaped at him. “Where are you going?”


    He rolled his eyes, regarding me like the answer should have been obvious enough. “To go dance with you,”


    I spluttered. “B- but…”


    He grabbed my hand before I could get a full sentence out, tugging me out of the vip booth, all the <b>way </b>to <b>the </b>dance floor.


    Dancing with Zane wasn’t like anything I had expected at all.


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    Whatever it was that we were doing right now couldn’t even be called dancing any longer, it was more like fucking on the dance floor.


    His hands were on my hips, and my arms were around his shoulders while I blinked up at him as we moved side to side, our hips flushed to each other’s. I was so wet that I was surprised it wasn’t dripping down my thighs yet, and Zane was also hard as a rock, and that seemed to be what was making me grow more hot all over. I wanted more of his touches on me, I wanted him to kiss me, i wanted him to fuck me.


    I know that I shouldn’t want it cause I told myself the time we did it was a one time thing, but dancing with him tonight seemed to have awaken a wanton part within me that I didn’t realize existed, one that was ready to let him fuck me right here in the club if he wanted to.


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