Forever Yours (#2) by Deila Longford Read Free Book Online Page B

laughs. I turn my head so that I can watch him walk
away into the busy crowd. He reaches the bar and he pushes past all
of the other customers. I frown at his forwardness and then I
gently smile as I see him walking back over to me. He has a tall
glass of water in one hand and scotch in the other. He arrogantly
pulls the chair from its place and he falls down onto it. He
reaches over and lifts up my head, he hands me the water and I
instantly glug it down. Dalton pours the scotch down his throat and
then he rests his arms onto the table. He looks mad at me, but why?
I haven’t done anything to him; if anyone should be mad then it
should be me. I have made no secret of how I feel about him, but he
has been a blank canvas. Refusing to open to up and let me into his
head. I don’t understand why he feels that he can’t love, when I
look into his eyes, I see that he cares. If only he could admit it
to himself.
    “ So what are you doing here, huh?”
    “ We’ve discussed this,” Dalton says in an annoyed tone. I
finish the rest of my water and then I slam the glass down onto the
table. I push back my chair and it screeches against the wooden
floor. I stand –stumbling at little to find my balance. Dalton
stares at me with those blue eyes and he looks mad at me, when I
stomp away from the table and him. I push my way through the sea of
drunken people and I smile when I see Ryan, standing alone in the
middle of the dance floor. I march over to him and I begin to shake
my hips as I reach out and place his hands onto my waist. Ryan
can’t hold back his happiness at my actions and he takes full
advantage. The music plays loud –some black eyed pea’s song, and
Ryan is moving me in a sexy manner to the beat. He slides his hands
all over my body, caressing every part of me. My head is spinning,
but I continue my out of character behaviour. The song finishes and
a slow one starts, Ryan pulls me closer, sliding his hands onto my
backside. I feel uncomfortable –we never had this type of passion
before. He tugs my dress, pulling me into his muscular body, my
face flushes and then my heart stops when he leans in and kisses
me. His lips are warm and so different to Dalton’s, he kisses me
harder and my stomach begins to flip. I don’t like his kiss, I wish
that he was Dalton, but I force myself to maintain my affection. If
only I could love Ryan then my life would be so much easier, deep
down I am hoping that by letting him kiss me, it will change my
mind. Ryan pulls back from me, gasping for air as he does. I feel
guilty, like I have done something wrong. My head begins to spin as
the music slides into another beating song. Ryan holds my hands and
he shakes me with the music. He looks ecstatic and I feel horrible
–I have just used my friend. I wanted a distraction from Dalton,
someone to make me forget about him, but I wasn’t successful. His
blue eyes and stunning good looks are dominating my thoughts and I
feel awful that I have given Ryan false hope. Ryan’s hands are
griped onto me as he spins me around. My hair falls over my face
and when he spins me, I catch a glimpse of Dalton. He is still at
the table, but now he looks furious with me. He sees that I am with
Ryan and he lunges from the seat, flying his way through the crowd,
but everyone is too drunk to notice his speed. I wrap my arms
around Ryan’s neck as I need the support, Dalton reaches us and he
arrogantly pulls Ryan away from me.
    “ What’s your problem, man?” Ryan says as he stumbles backwards,
into a large gentleman. Dalton grabs me by my arm and I gently
squeal from the pressure. His eyes are flashing red, but he manages
to compose his desire as Ryan barges up to him. Dalton hisses and
he shoots Ryan a scolding look.
    “ Having fun?” Dalton says in firm tone. I try to pull my arm
from his grip, but his hold is too strong. I stomp my foot against
the floor in anger and Dalton gently smiles at my poor attempt to
annoy him.
    “ As a matter of fact I