Chapter Seventeen

When we step out of the curtain, he keeps chuckling quietly behind me. I shot him a deathly glare and he quickly pushes down the corner of his lips but still can’t hide his smugness.

“Seriously?” I roll my eyes. He’s acting like a juvenile boy getting excited over sex with women.

He shrugs. “What?”

“You must have fucked a thousand girls in public places. Stop acting like that.” I point out. OK that sounds a little gross and is probably an exaggeration, but I’ve seen him with girls.

His gloating smile fades away a bit as he frowns at me. “What do you think of me? A breeding horse?”

Well not so much as a breeding horse. But definitely a fuck boy.

He clenches his teeth apparently irritated by my judgment. A soothing waltz melody starts playing in the background, so he offers his hand to me. “Dance with me for this next song and I’ll forgive your foul mouth.”

I pause. His hand hangs in the middle air for a few seconds before he snaps grumpily. “What now?”

“Who did you come to this ball wi