Mine to Lose Read Online Free PDF Page A

bolt.
    “Em,” he says my name in a warning tone.
“We need to talk.”
    “You’re right, we do, but I guess this is
how things will work now. We just do whatever the fuck we want without
consulting each other.” I grab my purse and walk past him, but stop at the
still opened door. “And like I said, I have plans.” I turn to leave and shut
the door behind me, but the moment I’m outside, I feel my legs tremble. I worry
that I just made a big mistake.
    Joss turns to me as I catch up to her on
the stairs. “Care to tell me what that was about?”
    “Just get in the car. I don’t care where
we go, I’ll tell you about it when we get there.”
    * * *
    After going to her apartment and filling
Joss in on everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours, she
agrees that I need to get out and unwind. I haven’t been to a club in a while,
and the last time I went, Ryan was with me.
    Ryan .
    I try to turn off all thoughts of Ryan
and enjoy the night, but I know that’s not going to be an easy thing to do.
    We get to the club and with every drink I
have, my moves become looser and I become less inhibited. And with every drink,
I know that tomorrow I’m going to regret tonight. Joss and I remain on the
dance floor for what seems like hours, dancing to song after song. I find
myself missing my engagement ring, if for no other reason than to keep the guys
at bay. They’re bringing us drinks, and we accept with a smile before turning
our backs and ignoring them for the rest of the night. Most of the guys seem to
take it in stride, but there are a few who are insistent on dancing with us. I
politely turn them down, and eventually they walk away. Some leave with a “Bitch” remark, while others give us dirty looks before finding someone else.
    Joss yells to me, over the blaring music,
that she is heading to the restroom. I nod, opting to remain on the dance
floor. I’m swaying to the music, enjoying the energy, when a pair of hands find
the sides of my rib cage and graze their way down my side and stop at my hips.
The motion is swift, seductive, and unwelcome. I spin, in a hurry, on my heels
to push the groper way. When I do, I look up to see my fiancé with a serious
look on his face waiting for a reaction.
    “What in the hell are you doing here?” I
yell over the music.
    “So you just let guys touch you?” The disappointment
in his question tugs at my heart, but his question doesn’t deserve an
explanation. I shove past him and walk away. Of course he’s not one to let it
go, and I know he is stalking behind me. I get to the table and set my clutch
on the top so I can try to get the attention of a bartender.
    “You won’t talk to me, but you’ll go to a
club and dance with strangers?” He glares at me, and I counter with my own
annoyed stare, but he continues, “I don’t get you.”
    I’m normally very good at giving the cold
shoulder, but the cocktails that I’ve had have me loose lipped. “Ryan, you
left.”
    “You told me to leave! Hell, you said if
I didn’t go, you were. All we’ve done this week is fight.”
    “So you run away?” I ask. My voice is raised,
only so he can hear me over the music.
    He opens his mouth to respond but stops
short when he looks over my shoulder. His look is murderous, so I turn to
follow his stare to see a man standing behind me. Walk away, I think to
myself.
    The guy looks down at me, never making
eye contact with Ryan, “You okay?”
    “She’s fine,” Ryan answers for me and I turn
to him. “My wife and I were just leaving.”
    I smirk at Ryan and his use of the term
“wife” before turning to see my would-be hero. He’s attractive. In fact, he
looks like Joss’ type, but I’m not looking for someone to save me.
    Hero-guy narrows his eyes, assessing me,
as if making mental notes about my condition and I feel self-conscious under
his stare. He pulls his eyes away from mine and looks directly at Ryan. “I
don’t care if she’s your wife, you need