Daisy’s POV

“What are you doing here?” I arched my brows in confusion. “Aren’t you supposed to be with…” he placed his finger over my lip gently.

“Don’t mention her, it’s just us two… nothing else matters.” His cold hand trailed down to my neck, and a gasp caught in my throat. “You’ve been a bad girl tonight.”

“What?” 

“Parading him in front of me, dancing with him as you’ve never done with me.” He snarled, his breath laced with whiskey. Had he been drinking or was it my breath?

“You were dancing with your fiancé, it’s only fair that I do it.” I shot back without hesitation.

“Why do...