Doesn’t take us long to get to the club the girls are at and the second I walk in I see her, dancing as if no one is watching, fuck. She’s dressed to kill or fuck. I can’t decide which. The woman looks like a damn temptress in that corset she is wearing. The Peyton I knew never dressed like this. Fuck me she looks too damn good. I am definitely eating my heart out at the sight of her moving those hips and shaking her ass. “Go to the bar, I’ll be there in a bit,” I tell Austin as I stalk towards Peyton.
She doesn’t pull away when I move in, but the second I see her face anger swells up inside me. That jackass fiancé of her did this. I storm away when she tries telling me it was an accident. Right, a fucking accident, sure. Such bullshit. The Fancy I knew would never have tried to defend an abuser. I have to take a breather before I say something that I’ll regret later.
I grab the shot glass from Austin’s hand before he goes to shoot it and down it all. “Dude, slow your roll, she shoot you down?”
“No, but if I didn’t take that shot you would’ve had to bail me outta jail. The fucker hit her,” I growl, snapping my fingers for a refill.
“What are ya talking about? What fucker hit who?”
“Peyton The bastard she’s supposed to marry. Her face is busted.” I slam the glass on the bar nearly breaking it. Damn, I am heated. I down the second drink as the bartender watches me closely. “I’m cool.” I nod at him and he gives me a chin lift and shakes his head moving on to the next order.
Austin stills, he lived in an abusive home growing up, and hates fuckers like this Wes prick. “Give me a name and we’ll bury him.” He looks around the club, searching. “Dude, maybe you don’t have to worry anymore. I don’t see a ring on that finger.”
Confused I search out Peyton, and he’s right. That rock she was wearing the other day is missing from her hand. Hope sparks in my chest, until I see some asswipe put the moves on her and she starts grinding on his crotch. Mother fucker. I can’t win with her.
Austin seems to be enjoying my pain, I hear him laugh as I stalk back to her and pull her away from the douche.
Her eyes meet mine full of fire. “What the hell are you doing, Jameson?”
“Dancing with you,” I tell her simply and grab her hips before she can pull away. “One dance, Fancy. That’s it.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t pull away. Our hips rub, and I press my knee between her legs. She’s letting go and I can’t take my eyes off her as she lets the music take control. Spinning around her back is now to me. That sweet ass of hers is grinding on my crotch and like a damn teenager I am getting an erection from the contact. Damn how I have missed her. I wrap an arm around her waist holding her to me. My lips are at her neck and I slide my tongue up to her ear.
I turn her around, slamming my mouth down on hers, tasting heaven on her lips. For a brief moment she doesn’t fight my kiss. Our tongues sweep against one another, and she lets out a moan. It’s better than I remember. It is like kissing her for the first time all over again. When I break away, she goes still with tears in her eyes. I don’t see her hand coming at me as she slaps me across the face. My head whips to the side with a brutal sting searing my cheek. Fuck that hurt. But I have had that coming with how I treated her. “Don’t you ever touch me again, Jameson.” I watch her storm away from the dance floor, and out of the club. I want to chase her down, but there’ll be time for that later. The taste of her lips on mine even for that brief moment was thrilling.
Never thought this would happen again, not with what I did. I know I should have found a way around Barb and just talked to her, but I was a coward and got caught up in the music scene. However, being pushed together the way we will be for the show, I’m going to use it to my advantage. I won’t fuck this up a second time. I won’t lose her again. Now that I am back here and know that my love for her is as strong as it ever was if not stronger.
Peyton says she doesn’t want me, but I know that’s a lie, she still wants me. She never stopped. It was all there in that kiss. Passion and love. I know she felt it too. That’s why she lost it. She’s fighting her feelings. And I’m going to be here to prove it to her when she finally snaps out of the lies that she tells herself.
She’ll see. She’s always going to be my Fancy.
Flashback
“You know it is the best thing to do for both of you,” Barb sneers at me.
“I love her. You know I would never hurt Peyton.” I look up at her step-monster from the hard plastic seat in the waiting room of the emergency room.
“You love her so much you got behind the wheel and wrapped your truck around a telephone pole. What do you think Preston will do to you once he finds out? You’re lucky he’s out of town, and that I’m the one who got the call.” She pokes her finger in my chest, and I close my eyes. “She’s fighting for her life. The best thing for you to do is get on the next bus out of here and never look back. I’ll handle the police report, but you are to stay away.”
Tears flow down my face. My heart is breaking in two. We’re too young for this. I know some of what Barb is saying is true. I screwed up. Now Peyton could die.
“I can’t save them both, Jameson. Do you want Peyton to die?!”
“Of course not!” I shout. How can she ask me that? I didn’t know Peyton was pregnant. Fuck. I kick the chair next to me.
My Aunt and Uncle arrive. Barb turns her back on me and starts whispering to them. I hear her saying that I could go to jail but if they get me to leave and stay away from Peyton, she’ll make sure no charges are filed. How can she be so cruel? If I could trade places with Peyton right now I would. It should have been me who was hurt.
It shoulda been me
Laying there
Fighting for every breath
It shoulda been me
But I made a choice
Her heart or mine