Chapter 45. Steamy Dances

Joy’s POV

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 down his throat.

That man was drinking like a fish and if I didn’t know him better, I would have suspected that he was suffering from a heartbreak. Was he?

“Shut it, Shakespeare,” I said before stealing two Dragonian Vodka shots from a passing by waiter and burning my throat with the sinful liquid in one go.