Anthony.
From where Bridget stood, she glowed under the disco ball, her hair flying all over her face due to the air coming from the fan.
I felt myself growing with each passing minute, I needed her or needed someone to ease this away from me.
Bridget noticed the intense look that I had on her and she raised her glass at me, dancing to the music that was playing.
Forcing a smile, I raised mine too but all I was thinking about was how to get out from here and then get this b***r down. “Call your mate, Darcy.” My wolf suggested.
Drinking down the rest of the champagne in my cup, I hissed. Darcy had left the house, even though she would have been useful at this moment.
She would have been the only one to get close to me and help me get rid of this b***r. “I can’t just call her back whe
