Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 42: Party

♡ Alaiya's POV: ♡

We sit down at one of the white rectangular-shaped tables with a fancy cloth on them, and his teammates along with some other people sit with us as well. I feel a pair of eyes looking over here, and when I turn my head to the right a little, I see that same girl drinking a glass of champagne while checking out Roman. Her pink-stained lips are licked as she looks at him more in-depth, scanning every piece of him from all she can see.

A waiter with champagne on his tray offers me a glass and I respectfully decline. He walks over and asks Roman next, but Roman does the same thing as me.

I thought he liked to drink?

Everyone else takes a glass, and some even take stronger beverages, though Roman still hasn't taken anything.

"I can drive us back if you want?" I reach up and whisper my offer into his ear since I want him to have fun.

"I'm good," he whispers in return.

I smile up at him and nod before turning my head back to look straight ahead at everyone. I know he likes to drink because I've seen bottles in his apartment, though when I walked into the kitchen this morning, they had all mysteriously disappeared off the shelf.

Did he throw them out? He isn't doing this because of Carson or anything, right? I really don't want to ruin his life just because my past had some issues with alcohol.

A hand out of nowhere gets placed on my left thigh and a thumb strokes against my skin in slow circles. I know who it is by the grip, as well as the butterflies that just traveled up in my stomach. My lips smile up at him at the warmth I just felt with his hand placement, but when I look over, I see the girl still staring at him.

The thought that he knew she was coming to this party and him putting his hand on my thigh to prove something shows up in my mind and consumes me because it could happen.

Did he do that because he's trying to get over her or is trying to make her jealous?

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✩ Roman's POV ✩

If this motherfucker looks at her chest one more time, I swear I'm gonna punch his smug face and then kick his ass to Europe. I know he can see my hand on her thigh and how close we're sitting together after I pulled her seat closer to me, but does that stop his gawking? Fuck no, and he's about to get his ass beaten up for it. There are over a hundred single women in this house and he had to choose Alaiya. Don't get me wrong, I would have too, but that doesn't excuse him. I'm allowed to, he's not.

I'm surprised I even got her to want to be with me considering everything she went through. She chose to come back to me, while I had no option but to like every part of her even when I didn't want to.

"Roman." Alaiya pulls me away from glaring at the dick whose eyes won't stop traveling down her chest.

I look over and see her motion over to Coach's daughter who I didn't even know sat down at our table until now.

"We've already met," she says about me with a smile, and Alaiya oh's softly in response.

Yeah, and her annoying ass would not leave me the hell alone for three seconds. I thought Alaiya was annoying, but at least when she's being a pain in my ass, I still like her. 'Whatever the hell her name is' on the other hand got on my fucking nerves the minute we met.

The guys had forced me to go out one night because they thought I was 'losing it', but I said no. Did they listen? No, instead they told coach about it and coach made us take his daughter along. As I said, he asked "us"! Instead, she chose to stand next to me wherever I went and I was this close to deciding to spend the entire time in the restroom. The worse part was Rider and Woods knew what was going on, as did Bethane who was there too, but they just found it humorous as they would hide their laughs every time they would see her follow me when I was trying to get away. I was stuck there for what felt like fucking eternity until I decided to get the hell out.