hear him out. What can it hurt?” she asks, shrugging.
“Everything. It can hurt everything. Thanks a lot.” I turn to head to the bar before I remember I can’t even get drunk. Fucking great!
Once he’s spotted me, it takes Tanner about twenty minutes to make his way over to me. I try so hard to move in opposition to him, but he must be more determined than I’ve given him credit for. As I feel him closing in on me, I make my way closer to the bar, where there’s a high concentration of people. Better to be near others than secluded with him.
“This is much different than the last time we were at one of these functions,” he says, appearing at my side. “You couldn’t get close enough that night, but now you can’t seem to get far enough away from me,” he says with his panty melting smile and I know I need to get away from him now.
“I don’t have anything nice to say to you, unlike last time, so it’s better that we keep our distance. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, no?” I say before I walk away. He just had to bring up that night, didn’t he? I’ve been doing my best to ignore the fact that the last time we were at one of these was when he made our relationship official and public. This is going to be a long night if this is how he plans on playing things. A trip down memory lane will do me absolutely no good. I know what we had then, and I know what we don’t have now. I don’t need him reminding me. He’s got a lot nerve.
I do my best to keep as far away from Tanner, but that means I have to keep an eye on him—watching him schmooze for hours, chatting everyone up to get donations for the kids. The irony isn’t lost on me. He’s raising money for other people’s kids when he can’t accept his own… He may claim he wants in now, but how can I believe that after the things he said?
I see Tanner head toward the stage for his speech, and that’s my cue to make sure I’m not around. I can’t bear to listen to him babble on about helping to save these strangers’ kids when he’d wanted me to get rid of his own. I don’t think I’d be able to keep down the chicken that was served for dinner.
I head into the hallway behind the ballroom and stroll along it, admiring the artwork on the walls until the faint buzz of Tanner’s voice over the sound system turns into an applause and I’m sure he’s finished with his hypocritical speech. I head back in to the party and stand on the sidelines, watching everyone enjoy their evening. I see Quinn and Alex having a great time out on the dance floor. They look as though they’ve never been happier. I’m jealous for a moment when the music slows down and Alex wraps his arms around her, drawing her close for the dance. I’m taken aback by the sadness of the song. It seems an odd choice for a New Year’s party, but whatever.
I close my eyes and listen to the lyrics Christina Aguilera’s melodious voice is belting out. She’s sorry for hurting someone and wishing she had just one more chance. I guess I can see the correlation to the starting of a new year when I think about it—washing away the sadness and mistakes of the old year. If only it were that easy.
“I asked the DJ to play this song,” a strong, familiar voice says from behind me.
“Congratulations,” I say sarcastically. I’m not sure what someone says to something like that except to ask why, but I don’t want to engage him. I want him to go away, so there’s no way I’m asking that question. I smell his cologne as he gets closer to me, and it does nothing to calm my libido.
“Don’t you want to know why?” he says closer to my ear, standing close enough that I can feel his breath on my neck. It makes me shiver. Fuck! The last thing I need is for him to think he still has an effect on me, which he doesn’t—just on my fucking uncontrollable hormones.
“Not even a little bit,” I spit out as harshly as I can. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
I don’t even get
“Everything. It can hurt everything. Thanks a lot.” I turn to head to the bar before I remember I can’t even get drunk. Fucking great!
Once he’s spotted me, it takes Tanner about twenty minutes to make his way over to me. I try so hard to move in opposition to him, but he must be more determined than I’ve given him credit for. As I feel him closing in on me, I make my way closer to the bar, where there’s a high concentration of people. Better to be near others than secluded with him.
“This is much different than the last time we were at one of these functions,” he says, appearing at my side. “You couldn’t get close enough that night, but now you can’t seem to get far enough away from me,” he says with his panty melting smile and I know I need to get away from him now.
“I don’t have anything nice to say to you, unlike last time, so it’s better that we keep our distance. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, no?” I say before I walk away. He just had to bring up that night, didn’t he? I’ve been doing my best to ignore the fact that the last time we were at one of these was when he made our relationship official and public. This is going to be a long night if this is how he plans on playing things. A trip down memory lane will do me absolutely no good. I know what we had then, and I know what we don’t have now. I don’t need him reminding me. He’s got a lot nerve.
I do my best to keep as far away from Tanner, but that means I have to keep an eye on him—watching him schmooze for hours, chatting everyone up to get donations for the kids. The irony isn’t lost on me. He’s raising money for other people’s kids when he can’t accept his own… He may claim he wants in now, but how can I believe that after the things he said?
I see Tanner head toward the stage for his speech, and that’s my cue to make sure I’m not around. I can’t bear to listen to him babble on about helping to save these strangers’ kids when he’d wanted me to get rid of his own. I don’t think I’d be able to keep down the chicken that was served for dinner.
I head into the hallway behind the ballroom and stroll along it, admiring the artwork on the walls until the faint buzz of Tanner’s voice over the sound system turns into an applause and I’m sure he’s finished with his hypocritical speech. I head back in to the party and stand on the sidelines, watching everyone enjoy their evening. I see Quinn and Alex having a great time out on the dance floor. They look as though they’ve never been happier. I’m jealous for a moment when the music slows down and Alex wraps his arms around her, drawing her close for the dance. I’m taken aback by the sadness of the song. It seems an odd choice for a New Year’s party, but whatever.
I close my eyes and listen to the lyrics Christina Aguilera’s melodious voice is belting out. She’s sorry for hurting someone and wishing she had just one more chance. I guess I can see the correlation to the starting of a new year when I think about it—washing away the sadness and mistakes of the old year. If only it were that easy.
“I asked the DJ to play this song,” a strong, familiar voice says from behind me.
“Congratulations,” I say sarcastically. I’m not sure what someone says to something like that except to ask why, but I don’t want to engage him. I want him to go away, so there’s no way I’m asking that question. I smell his cologne as he gets closer to me, and it does nothing to calm my libido.
“Don’t you want to know why?” he says closer to my ear, standing close enough that I can feel his breath on my neck. It makes me shiver. Fuck! The last thing I need is for him to think he still has an effect on me, which he doesn’t—just on my fucking uncontrollable hormones.
“Not even a little bit,” I spit out as harshly as I can. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
I don’t even get
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