Chapter 73

He’s kept his hands in places that aren’t a huge deal to me, hips, hands, shoulder or small of my back. I get the feeling he is making a conscious effort not to touch me anywhere inappropriate that might make me uncomfortable, although I am trying not to dissect it. He’s not attempted to hold me captive when I wanted to dance or stray away with one of the women, even when I went to the bar with Mico. He seems relaxed, carefree and very drunk. Very non-controlling psycho.

He seems far removed from the Alexi Carrero I met a year ago. The two are worlds apart tonight, and I am genuinely starting to warm and relax in his company. I can admit, just not to him, I am having a good time with him watching over me.

His cousins and such are a welcoming group of people, who dance like mad and party like pros. I have been swept into the fold, and my legs are aching from being dragged up repeatedly by the women around me until most of them are chilling by their men or passed out like