The Domville 6 (The Domville #6) by C. J. Fallowfield Read Free Book Online

words registered
in my brain. Telling me my arse looked sexy? The cheeky, arrogant, married … arse .
Before I knew what was happening, he was letting out a gasp of surprise and I
was shaking my suddenly stinging palm. Shit. I’d just slapped him!
    ‘What the feck was that for, Freckles?’ he uttered,
rubbing his cheek.
    ‘That was for not calling me at any point during the last
ten bloody years, Fin,’ I bit, anger suddenly firing up my veins. The minute he
dropped his hand, I did it again and he yelped in surprise. ‘ That was
from a girl called Summer who you ditched for not sleeping with you. And if my
palm wasn’t hurting so much, I’d give you another slap from her best friend
Mandy, who had to listen to her tears.’
    ‘Freckles,’ he groaned, rubbing his face again.
    ‘ Don’t call me Freckles! That was the name my best
friend called me. I don’t know you anymore, just like you don’t know me. O, and
while I’m at it, I owe you a congratulations for getting married and having a
family. Have some champagne, on me,’ I hissed, tossing the contents of my full
glass of fizz in his face. He spluttered in surprise, trying to wipe it out of
his eyes and off his face as I heard Alexis giggling behind me. I could feel my
hands shaking. I couldn’t deal with him now, not when I was drunk and angry. In
fact, I didn’t have to deal with him ever. I spun around and quickly left him
with Alexis at the bar and squeezed my way through the crowds on the dance floor,
vaguely aware of Somebody Told Me by The Killers playing and everyone
singing along. I felt tears stinging my eyes. Why did I still want him so
badly? Why did my body react so strongly to the sight of him, the sound of his
voice and his touch? Just seeing him again, it was like a force of nature had
walked back into my life and made everything seem brighter. Except it wasn’t.
Nothing had changed.
    Everything had changed.
    I’d nearly made it to the safety of the toilets when a
hand grabbed mine and spun me around.
    ‘Jaysis, Freckles. I don’t even get a hello after
ten years?’
    ‘Let me go, Fin,’ I hissed, trying to tug my hand out of
his grasp and nearly wobbling over.
    ‘No. I came to see you, to talk to you. Christ, I’ve
missed you so much.’
    ‘Well I haven’t missed you. Not one bit,’ I lied, still
trying to get him to release his grip on me. ‘I lost my best friend ten years
ago, Fin. Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? There’s nothing you can
say that will make me forgive you, and if you think you can march in here and
pick up where we left off, think again.’
    ‘I don’t want to pick up where we left off. I told you in
my message, I want a new start.’
    ‘Well, you obviously got that. Go back to your wife and
baby and stay the hell away from me. I don’t need you in my life anymore. I
have Alexis as my shoulder to cry on now, the person who’s there for me when I
need them. You lost that right when you rejected all of my calls.’
    ‘I haven’t got a feckin’ wife or baby, where the hell did
you hear that from?’
    ‘Don’t lie. That’s one thing I really admired about you,
you never lied. You were honest with everyone, even all the girls whose hearts
you broke. You never led them on with false promises. What happened to you?’ I
shook my head as he held my gaze, then swayed on my feet. The alcohol was
really getting to me and on top of no food, I wasn’t feeling so hot.
    ‘I never changed, Freckles. I still don’t lie. I don’t
have a wife or child. How much have you had to drink, you’re looking like shite.’
    ‘Thanks, thanks a lot. A minute ago I had a sexy arse,
now I’m looking like shite!’ I gasped as he lifted his free hand and palmed my
cheek, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip.
    ‘You look amazing,’ he whispered, his eyes smouldering.
‘Beautiful, in fact. I meant you look like you’ve had too much to drink and you
know you can’t handle it. How many times did I hold your hair