Page 49 of The Revenge You Seek

"So there wouldn't be anyone to make you look good on the field?" Leon shoots back before standing and tugging on my hand and pulling me from Luca's clutches.

"I don't need anyone to make me look good, bro."

"Of course, your ego already does the job just fine." Leon flips Luca off over his shoulder as he leads me inside.

He directs me to the bathroom first, and then we stop by the kitchen for more drinks. It must be almost an hour later before we actually find our way to the makeshift dance floor that someone's set up in, I guess what should be, the living room.

Leon spins me into his body and I look up into his eyes as I feel the burning hate stares of every girl in the room zero in on me.

Pressing the length of my body to his, I reach up to whisper in his ear.

"They all hate me." It's nothing new. It's how I lived my life in Rosewood. If anything, it's amusing that these college girls are as pathetic as the high school ones drooling after hooking up with a player.

"Nah, Cupcake. They're all just jealous that I get to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room."

My chest swells at his words. And, although Ella was right earlier, that what others tell me won't change my own opinion about myself, hearing those words come from Leon when he could literally have any girl in this room right now in his arms does make me feel special.

"You could have any single one of them. Don't you want to get laid tonight?"

He throws his head back and laughs. "I'm a guy, of course I want to get laid. But—" The amusement falls from his voice. "I'd much rather spend time with a friend who knows the real me, instead of a girl who only wants to bed me for bragging rights on social media immediately after."

My heart sinks for him. Is that really what it's like? That meaningless.

"I thought guys loved that shit."

"Guys might, I don't."

"You're one of a kind, Leon Dunn."

"Such a nice way to tell me I'm weird, Cupcake."

"Never," I gasp as the song changes and he moves his hips against me. "Have you learned some moves?"

"I guess you're about to find out."

We dance until our skin is damp with sweat and my face aches from the amount of smiling and laughing I've been doing. But I can't stop because right now, forgetting about everything, I feel on top of the world.

"Can I join the party?" Luca says, his hands landing on my waist and his front lining up with my back.

"I'm not one to turn down a Dunn sandwich," I slur before giggling like a schoolgirl.

I have definitely had too much vodka tonight.

"Whoa, girl," he grunts in my ear when I thrust my ass out into his crotch, his fingers grip my hips harder as he moves with me.

Leon steps in front of me, his hands on my waist, right above his brothers and we move together in tandem.

Dropping my head back, I rest it on Luca's shoulder and let myself just feel as their warmth and protectiveness surround me.

I don't care that everyone in the room is probably watching us, gossiping about us, making up stories about things that aren't going to happen between the three of us.

There might be wild rumors floating about what these two get up to behind closed doors, but despite how this might look, it's not what this is.

They're like my brothers. Okay, so I wouldn't dance with Zayn quite like this, but nonetheless, it's as far as it'll go.

"Oh hey," Luca says behind me, pulling away slightly when I assume another girl tries their hand at stealing one of them away. I lift my head from his shoulder and when I open my eyes, I immediately find Ella in the corner of the room watching me with hungry eyes.

"Will you do something for me?" I ask Leon.