I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 27

Alexander’s brow furrowed. “What did you say?”

Natalie managed to prop herself up, her vision blurry. All she could see was a man who looked exactly like Alexander. “You look just like that jerk,” she mumbled, letting out a drunken hiccup.

Alexander gritted his teeth, but instead of getting angry, he scooped her into his arms, letting her head rest against his shoulder as he carried her out. “If I’m a jerk, then you’re a heartbreaker,” he muttered. A perfect match. She was never getting away from him.

Natalie’s fists beat weakly against his chest, her protests as effective as a kitten’s pawing. “Don’t… touch me…” she mumbled.

Looking at her flushed face, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “If you don’t behave, this jerk is going to kiss you.”

Instantly, she went still, nestling quietly in his arms.

“So you do despise me,” he murmured, looking up to see Eugene Ramirez standing at the top of the stairs. His eyes turned cold.

“You shouldn’t have let her come here alone,” Eugene said sternly, his gaze falling on the woman in Alexander’s arms.

After roaring past Natalie on the road, Alexander had made it to the next intersection before slamming on the brakes and making a U-turn. He had followed her taxi, watching from a distance as it pulled up to BlueNight. He saw her get out, and at the same time, he saw Eugene’s car parked nearby. She really was meeting him.

He had started the engine, ready to drive away, but found he couldn't. After what felt like an eternity, he shut off the car and headed into the club. He had immediately spotted her at the bar, along with the sleazy stranger.

Now, facing his uncle, Alexander’s voice was even colder than his gaze. “You’re so concerned, Uncle. Where were you a minute ago when you left her here all by herself?”

Confusion flickered in Eugene’s eyes. “Natalie’s parents are gone. You’re all she has. You shouldn’t be the one to cause her pain.” He had heard the raw grief in her voice over the phone earlier. Though she hadn’t explained why, he knew it had to be because of Alexander.

“You’re good at playing the innocent bystander,” Alexander sneered. He knew that Eugene was a significant reason his relationship with Natalie was in its current state.

Natalie in his arms stirred uncomfortably, nuzzling against his neck. Alexander cut the conversation short and strode out of the club with Natalie in his arms.

Last night… she had gone to BlueNight, drank tequila… and then what? How did she get back here?

She closed her eyes, trying to remember, but drew a blank.

After getting dressed, she went down to the dining room. Susan was just placing a bowl of hangover-remedy soup on a tray, about to bring it up to her.

“You’re awake! Your head must be killing you. Here, drink this.”

“How did I get home last night?” Natalie asked, pulling out a chair.

Susan replied, “Eugene Ramirez brought you back.”