Craving My Mother's Hot Fiancé

Melissa’s POV

The music was too loud. It was so loud I could feel the vibrations on the floor, and to be honest I wanted to get the fuck out of here.

I stood near the edge of the crowd, with my arms crossed over my chest, one heel tapping against the floor and no I wasn’t enjoying the music.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The red dress Troy had picked out still felt like a costume on someone else’s body. The slit kept sliding up my thigh no matter how many times I tugged it down, and the neckline seemed determined to introduce my breast to every stranger in the room. I’d given up fighting it twenty minutes ago.

Everyone was drinking around me, the smell of bodies and cheap drinks were overwhelming.

Someone’s elbow caught my ribs as they danced past. I didn’t even bother turning around.

Troy had vanished into the crowd thirty minutes ago with a “just getting us drinks, babe” and hadn’t come back.

I pulled out my phone. No texts.

I exhaled slowly through my nose. Fine. Great. Wonderful.

A flash of purple caught my eye across the room, and despite everything, my mouth curved up.

Aria.

She had some guy pressed against the wall near the far corner, her fingers curled into his shirt collar, kissing him like she was trying to pull his soul from his body. The guy looked like he couldn’t believe his luck.

I shook my head, smiling for the first time today, typical Aria.

I rolled my eyes, but warmly. At least one of us was having a good time.

I was still watching her when someone came up to me.

“Hey, love.”

The voice came from my left. I turned tucking my wild hair behind my ear.

Two guys stood before me looking at me confidently. I knew both of them because we were in the same university.

The one who’d spoken was broad, slightly glassy-eyed, his shirt hanging open at the collar. His friend stood just behind him, smirking like this was already going well.

“You are looking sexy tonight.” His eyes traveled down my body slowly, you look good enough to eat. “Come dance with us.”

He reached out and touched my arm.

I stepped back immediately, pulling free. “No thanks. I’m here with my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend.” He repeated it as the smirk on his face grew wilder “Sure you are.”

“I am.” My voice was flat. “So please move on.”

He didn’t move. Instead he leaned in slightly, close enough that I could smell the alcohol rolling off him. “Come on. One dance. He doesn’t have to know.”

“I said no.” I held his gaze. “Please back off.”

Something shifted in his expression. The easy amusement curdled into something uglier. He straightened up, looking me over with a frown on his face this time.

“You aren’t even as hot as you think you are, you know that?” His voice dropped. “Acting all high and mighty.”