Burn For Him Read Free

wake up to, so I was really doing her a favour. Not that she’d see it that way tonight. I knew that it wouldn’t be so easy to get her away. She was as drunk as a skunk and would only think that I was ruining her fun.
    “Destiny!”
    She turned her glassy eyes to me. “Hey! It’s Carrie!” she shouted in a slurred voice as soon as she came up for air. “Have you met Carrie? Carrie’s awesome!” she said to the guy who was blatantly ignoring my presence in favour of kissing her neck with wet, slobbery kisses. What a charmer he was. “Carrie is my best friend. The best friend in the whole wide world!” Dee giggled like an annoying kid.
    I rolled my eyes at her. Dee could either be a very loving drunk, or an annoying brat. Neither drunk version was going to help me out right now.
    “Destiny, come on. We’re going now.”
    She laughed again. Usually, I had endless patience with Dee. She had a good heart and she’d had a pretty damn hard life and drinking was one of her ways to escape all that. Unfortunately, alcohol seemed to knock her age back by quite a few years until she was giggling like a teenager and acting like a spoiled child. Honestly, I really could do without her acting like that at the moment. Couldn’t she wait until we got her safely home before she started in with all the giggles?
    “Carrie, this is… Umm… What’s your name again?” she asked the guy who was hanging off her. He didn’t even bother to reply and Destiny clearly found that highly amusing as she fell into his arms, laughing like a hyena.
    “Yeah. Whatever. Nice to meet you, too, douchebag.” I muttered under my breath. I rose my voice again, hoping that she’d hear me over the pounding music. “Seriously, Destiny. We’re going now, with or without you. I’m not fighting with you on this tonight.” It was an empty threat and she knew it. Dee knew that I wouldn’t leave her in this drunken state with someone like him.
    “So, what are you waiting for? Leave.” The man sneered, pausing briefly from nuzzling her neck to glare over at me with a pair of dangerously black eyes.
    I really didn’t like the look of him at all. He was even more sleazy looking up close and personal. Dee was never particularly fussy when it came to the kind of man she attracted, but this was pushing it. She had picked up some complete dicks that had caused her nothing but hassle in the past and I feared that this one was about to be added to that long list. The sooner I got her away from him, the better.
    “Destiny?”
    I tried to take her arm to get her attention back onto me, but the guy she was dancing with suddenly swung his black eyes back to me. Before I could make contact with her, he grabbed hold of my wrist hard enough to leave bruises and pushed me away from the pair of them. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t expect him to make a move like that, but I should have known, though. I should have realised from the look in his eyes that he didn’t appreciate me interrupting them and that he wouldn’t let go of her that easily. Dee had definitely picked up the wrong guy tonight.
    He pushed me hard enough that I went sprawling on my ass in the middle of the dance floor, sending a couple of other party-goers to the floor like dominoes as I went down. I saw him grab hold of Dee around the waist, but she was no longer finding this situation quite as amusing as she had mere seconds ago. It’s a miracle how quickly you can sober up when the mood around you changes.
    She looked down at me lying on the floor in a heap with a horrified expression on her face. She turned to try and push the guy off her, but he had firmly latched his lips back onto her neck and he didn’t seem like he was very inclined to let go any time soon.
    Dee looked over at me and I knew in that split second that she was scared. It was more often than not that she got herself into a situation she couldn’t get herself out of, my foster mother had been right about that. But