Few moments back ….
Joy’s POV
When I opened the door to the bar, the noise level hit my ears like a freight train. It was wall-to-wall people.
I waded through the mess and spotted the man with the sweetest scent of all in the dead center of the club.
On the dance floor, my mate was a total heart stopper.
Eyes closed, his body moved like fluid and he seemed to be in a world of his own as he owned the stage. He let himself loose- carefree and completely oblivious to the world as he made a slave of everyone’s hearts.
He was just- …. just perfect. Sigh !
Nothing could detract the perfect picture he made.
“You want him. You still love him,” a voice whispered in my ear and I did not need to turn back to see whom it belonged to.
“No,” I curtly replied, unable to take my eyes off the King of the Day. “I hate him. Hate him so much,” I mechanically said, my eyes still unwavering. “He is unworthy of any love.”
“Me thinks thou doth protest too much,” Ryder smirked before chugging another beer can
