Against All Odds - Angel's Story(23)

What I really should do is walk the hell out of here, but I’m not going to let those two spoil my night. I have to get used to seeing them together, even if it fucking kills me inside.

I grab a beer from the fridge before turning and making my way back out of the kitchen. Just my luck those two are making their way in as I’m leaving. My eyes instantly lock with hers. Fuck, why do I torture myself?

She looks different tonight. I’ve never seen her made up like this before. She’s breathtaking. She always looks beautiful, but tonight…WOW! My eyes leave hers and travel the length of her body. Fuck me. She’s wearing a little white dress that makes her look like the Angel she is, and these sexy boots. I feel my dick twitch in my pants and that just pisses me off. I hate how she has such a strong effect on me.

I tear my eyes away from her. It kills me to look at her because I want her so bad, but I know I can’t have her. My eyes move to fuck-face Benson. He’s glaring at me. I tell you, I’m not a violent man, never have been, but boy I’d love to knock that cocksucker out. I raise my beer to my lips, taking a long pull, my eyes never once leaving his. Challenging him to have a go. If he thinks he can intimidate me with that look, he’s wrong.

He stares at me for a short time, eventually looking away. Just as I thought, fucking coward. I chuckle to myself as I walk around them. This is going to be one long night. All I can say is, if he wants to walk away in one piece tonight, he better stay the hell away from me.

I make my way back out into the main room. One of the girls who was sitting on my lap earlier makes her way towards me. Damn it, I’ve forgotten her name already. Her name’s not important anyway. I have one mission where she is concerned. I’m going to lose myself in her tonight and forget Angel ever existed.

I pull her in close. When she makes a beeline for my lips I pull back. “No kissing,” I say. She just shrugs and grabs hold of my cock. Fucking figures. I drape my arm around her shoulders and pull her over to the dance floor. I love to dance. It’s something I’ve always been good at. The girls love it, too.

We stay on the dance floor for a few songs. I’m trying so hard not to think about sweet-cheeks, but images of her in that fucking dress and those boots keep popping into my mind. I’d like to have her wrapped around me, wearing nothing but those boots. Jesus Christ.

I move my hand down between me and what’s-her-name, adjusting my cock in my pants. I need to forget about Angel. Pretend she’s not even here, but my eyes have a mind of their own as they scan the room searching for her. When I find her she’s staring straight at me. Fuck me, if that sad look on her face doesn’t kill me.

My eyes move to fuck-face Benson again. The cock is laughing and joking with his dickhead mates, not paying Angel an ounce of attention. I want to punch that prick. I pull away from what’s-her-name and leave the dance floor.

I’m not sure if me dancing with a girl is making Angel sad or if it’s because that fucker she’s with is ignoring her. Either way I can’t stand to see her so defeated.

Sitting, what’s-her-name plonks her arse on my lap. Fuck, I need to find out her name. I push her off me. Angel’s here with him, so I shouldn’t mind if she sees me with someone else, but fuck me I do.

What’s-her-name doesn’t seem to mind that I pushed her off. Sitting beside me, she drapes one of her legs over mine and starts sucking on my neck. Like the others, she’s only after one thing—my cock.

My eyes seek out Angel again. She’s just standing there looking lost as her eyes scan the room. Benson still isn’t paying her any attention. What she sees in that fucker is beyond me.

Her eyes find mine again, and I give her a small smile. She returns the smile before her eyes land on the girl that is currently feasting on my neck. Her face drops and she quickly turns away, moving in closer to Benson.

He turns to face her. Instead of giving her the attention she deserves though, he passes her his empty beer bottle and tilts his head towards the kitchen. That fucking cocksucker, who in the hell does he think he is?

When her shoulders slump and she forces out a smile, my blood starts to boil. My eyes follow her as she walks across the room to fetch him another beer. I wish she wasn’t so damn sweet so she could tell him to fuck the hell off.

She returns a few minutes later carrying his beer. He takes it from her before turning back to talk to his mates. I’m using every ounce of willpower I have right now to keep myself seated. What I really want to do is go over there and grab that fucker around the throat. She may be too good for me, but she can do far better than that prick.