Toxic Bad Boy(77)

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Her body swayed against mine to the pulsating beat of the music. She wore that red dress again at my request and had already reapplied her lipstick twice. Gianna’s passion for dance mirrored my own for art. Music was her medium as mine was paint.

Blue eyes shining, hair mussed, her entire body rocked to the music. The seductive curves rolled under my hands. Multicolored strobe lights flashed overhead as the crowd around us lost themselves in the song about sex, some people mimicking the act on the dance floor

My hands ran up Gianna’s front as she ground back against my crotch. She whirled, her legs entwined with mine as she arched her back. The song changed to something with a faster beat and her body moved a few inches away from mine. Not having that, I hooked her waist and hauled her against me.

Her body felt warm in my arms. “Time for water,” I yelled in her ear.

She nodded, fanning herself in silent communication. Guiding her off the dance floor, I kept her close so other guys couldn’t brush against her. The club was one we’d gone to when we’d first got together. Her dad had dropped her off at ballet class this morning and I’d picked her up afterward. She hadn’t been out of my sight for more than ten minutes since.

Cece had called her this afternoon declaring her need to get out of the house for a night of fun. The last we’d seen of her, she’d been dancing up on one of the guys from the crew. Loyalty had me wanting to text Dante to tell him where she was. Gianna’s threats had held me back and I figured Cece deserved a drama free night.

Nudging my way between two people waiting for drinks, I signaled a bartender and asked for two bottled waters. I uncapped one and handed it to Gianna before drinking my own.

Flynn, the guy from the crew Cece was hanging out with tonight was someone I’d met a few times but didn’t know well. Gianna swore he and Cece were only friends, but I wouldn’t want Gianna dancing with any guy friend like that. Come to think of it, I didn’t want her dancing with any other guy at all.

Gianna hadn’t received any new letters or email from her stalker for the last week. Hopefully, it was some jealous, vindictive girl who posed no real threat. Prepared for the worst case scenario, she hadn’t been left home alone or allowed to go anywhere by herself.

Which had begun to annoy her.

Over Gianna’s shoulder I spotted a familiar face and shouted, “Hey, I want my money back!”

My girlfriend whirled to see who I’d spoken to. I brought an arm around Gianna’s front and pulled her back against me.

Hailey wore a smirk but her eyes were venomous. She jerked her chin to indicate the girl in my arms. “Looks like you got your way as usual, Caleb. And it’s not like you didn’t get your money’s worth.” She licked her bottom lip in implication.

Gianna went stiff in my embrace. I put my lips at her ear. “Shh, princess, I didn’t let her near my dick.”

A guy who appeared at least a decade older than us came up from behind Hailey. “Hey, babe, these friends of yours?” His eyes wandered down Gianna’s body.

Hailey made a disgusted face. “Fuck no, these aren’t friends of mine.” She spun on her feet, grabbing him by the hand to drag him away. The pedophile gave Gianna one last leer before allowing himself to be led away.

Peeking around at her face, I took in Gianna’s grin. “What are you smiling about?”

She bit her bottom lip in an effort to hold it back. “You and Hailey aren’t friends anymore. That makes me incredibly happy.”

“We haven’t been for a long time. Now, where did your little friend get off to?”

The place was packed. It’d take forever to find Cece. “I’ll have to text her,” Gianna said, holding her hand out for her phone.

I pulled it out of the pocket of my black dress pants. “Tell her time is up if she wants a ride home.”

Gianna’s screen glowed as she turned it back on. “It’s only midnight. You have somewhere else to be?”

“Yep, alone with my girl.”

She attempted a stern look. “No more sneaking into my room, Caleb. I want my dad to keep liking you.” Her fingers moved over the screen as she spoke.

I wanted those fingers on my body. “I can’t make any promises. We still have a year more of this crap. I gotta get my fix somehow.”

Out of nowhere, some chick crashed into Gianna, making her fall against me and her cell phone drop to the floor. I caught Gianna before she stumbled to the ground and set her down on the other side of me. Her face displayed shock at being smacked into so rudely.

Ready to tell off the bitch who’d almost hurt her, I picked up the cell phone from the dirty club floor. The chick was trying to get to her feet on wobbly stilettos. Her face was a disaster of tears and dark makeup. I followed her line of sight and saw the guy clenching beefy fists a couple yards away.