Page 130 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
“Refrain from laying your hands on my date,” Alexei warns him, and then this all-over shudder takes over his body and he’s turning away, pulling his white glove off finger by finger. “Come with me,” he growls as he passes by me. He turns to his father next. “I’m going to call the driver around and send you home. You’re plastered, Papa.”
“I’m just fine,” he slurs, but he clearly isn’t. Alexei sighs and closes his eyes, pulling the glove off and moving over to the nearest waiter with an empty tray. He dumps the glove onto it and then removes the other, tossing it atop the first.
“Dispose of those,” he commands, and the man inclines his head before scurrying off. Alexei pulls what look to be antiseptic wipes from his pocket, tearing open the packages and meticulously cleaning his fingers as I let my gaze slide back over to Aspen and Lemon.
They’re both still staring at me, and Aspen is murmuring something to her under his breath. His glare is damn near painful. Not just because I fucked him, but because I can see that we’re not done with this yet.
He’s going to come after me for that little stunt.
I can see it right now, in the glint of his oily eyes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I turn back to Alexei, his teeth gritted as he frantically scrubs at his hands, gesturing for another waiter to approach with an empty tray. Do they not have trash cans around here? A quick glance around doesn’t reveal a single one.
Wow.
Rich people suck. Can’t even throw their own trash away, now can they?
Alexei dumps the wipes along with their packaging, and I offer up my empty champagne glass. Next, my date removes a travel size hand sanitizer. He soaks his hands in it, teeth still gritted in disgust, shakes them dry, and then pulls a fresh pair of white gloves from his jacket pocket.
When I look back at Lem and Aspen, I see that they’re gone.
That didn’t go how I was hoping. Not only did I not get to spend a single second alone with Lem, I made things worse. It’s like, even if you know someone you love is in a toxic, harmful relationship, if you try to pull them away, all it does is push them closer.
You cannot save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.
Lemon … clearly doesn’t want to be saved, but how can I just let her stay here and be used?
“Hey Alexei,” I say, as soon as his gloves are back on, and he looks marginally less panicked. He shifts his green eyes over to me, and I shiver. Damn. He’s fine. So fucking fine. I can only imagine what that pretty face might look like while he comes, if he’ll turn feral in bed, if I could wake up his base instincts. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re very welcome,” he offers up, studying me and then letting his gaze drift back over to where Lemon and Aspen were. They’re gone now, disappeared into the thick, luxe crowd. “For what he said, I would’ve done worse. You were kind enough not to ruin his suit with blood.”
“Didn’t want to get you thrown out,” I say with a slight half-smile, wishing that I was a lightweight drunk like Lemon so that three flutes of champagne would do literally anything to calm my nerves or my anger.
That causes Alexei to laugh, this low, confident chuckle that’s surprisingly devoid of arrogance. I mean, he’s hot, fit, rich, drives a Bugatti, and he isn’t an arrogant twatwaffle? Don’t get me wrong: he’s weird as hell, but hey, we all got issues.
“As if he could,” Alexei remarks with another sigh, this one apparently directed at his father. “If you’ll excuse me for just a moment, Miss Force.”
He slides his phone from his pocket and makes a quick call.
“I need you to come in here and pick him up.” A pause as Alexei looks back at his dad again. Pavel’s patting some guy in a fancy suit on the back and guffawing over whatever he’s just said. The other man does not look amused. He’s tall and broad shouldered, but with this commercial sort of look, like everything from his hair to his nose to his mouth is manufactured. “Take him straight home; he’s belligerent at this point. Thank you, Adam.”
Alexei hangs up his phone, following my gaze to the Ken doll guy.
“CEO of Archery Realty Investments,” he explains, and I shift my attention back to his face.
“You’re very free with all of this information. You could charge for it, you know.”
“And I would do that why? I have plenty of money.” Alexei puts his phone back in his slacks and then tucks his right hand into the opposite pocket. “You clearly dislike these people as much as I do. If you use this information for nefarious purposes, it would only be a blessing for me.” He turns away briefly, watching as a man makes his way straight over to Pavel and carefully disentangles him from the Archer guy.
