The Rules of Dating (The Laws of Opposite Attract #3) Read Online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Drama, Funny Tags Authors: , Series: Penelope Ward
Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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“You want to stay on the phone while I walk over and hand it to her?”

“That would be great. Thanks a lot, Owen.”

“Alright, hang on.”

I made my way toward the corner where McLoser and Devyn were huddled, but stopped short when Devyn threw a drink in his face. McLoser put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a little nudge, and I pushed my way through the rest of the people to get to them.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled.

McLoser raised his hands into the air. “This bitch just threw a drink at me.”

“Yeah, and I saw you push her. You don’t fucking touch a woman. I don’t care if she spits in your face.”

“What business is it of yours, Dawson?”

I took a step toward him, broadened my shoulders, and looked down my nose. McLoser was six inches shorter than my six foot two and lanky; I’d snap this twig in half. “I’m making it my business. Now apologize and get the hell out of here.”

“I’m not apologizing.”

I took another step, crowding his personal space. “Then you got even less time to get the hell out of here, Cooper.”

McLoser grumbled, but he also turned and walked away. I couldn’t help myself, though. “And don’t come back without a ten-piece chicken nugget for me!” I added.

I watched as he slinked through the crowd, amused with myself. But when I turned back, the woman was not so amused.

“You think this is funny? Some guy puts his hands on me and you’re smiling?”

“Whoa. I don’t think what he did was funny. You got the wrong idea.”

“Just get out of here. I don’t need any more assholes hitting on me tonight.”

My neck pulled back. “Assholes?”

“That’s right. You’re all the same. You only want one thing.”

I shook my head. Here I was helping, and this woman is calling me names. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I don’t want anything from you. You’re not my type.”

I turned to walk away and then realized I still had her phone in my hand. I wasn’t sure if her friend had hung up or not, but I tossed the cell on the bar. “Oh, and you’re welcome for saving your ass and returning your phone. You have a great night.”

There was definitely no pitter-patter in my chest as I returned to the other side of the bar. I was pissed. I would’ve walked straight out, but I still had to close my tab. So I returned to where I’d been hanging out with my friends and stewed while I waited for the bartender to come by. At least I didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey, could I close out my tab, please?” I asked as he approached.

“Sure thing.”

“Actually…can I get a shot of tequila before you close it? I just got bawled out for trying to help someone.”

The bartender smiled. He grabbed a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. “No problem.” He poured and slid the glass to my side of the bar. “This one’s on me. I’ll be back in a minute with your receipt.”

I lifted the shot to my lips and looked over at the other side of the bar. The woman was now on her phone and looking in my direction. I shook my head and knocked back the shot. A few minutes later, I was signing the bar receipt when I felt someone walk up next to me.

“So what is your type?” a woman asked. Her voice was playful and friendly.

Looking up, I found the last person I expected to be speaking to me sweetly—Devyn, the woman who’d just told me off. I picked up my credit card and tucked it back into my wallet, not bothering to give her the courtesy of looking at her when I spoke.

“My type? Women who don’t call me an asshole for trying to help, for starters.”

“I came over to say I’m really sorry about what happened. My adrenaline was pumping, and I’ve been so angry at the world this week. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

She sounded sincere, so I chanced a glance over at her and…th-thump.

Fuck. What the hell?

Even though it had happened earlier, it still caught me off guard. I stared at her, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. But she must’ve taken my silence to mean I wasn’t accepting her apology.

“Can I at least buy you a drink?” she asked. “I feel terrible. My friend Mia told me how you went out of your way to find me and bring me my phone. She said you seemed like a nice guy. I totally screwed up.”

I was hesitant. Drama was not my thing. But this woman’s eyes were mesmerizing, and I hadn’t felt a pull toward anyone in ages. Still, a red flag was a red flag…

But then she smiled. And it was damn near blinding. Resplendent. Radiant. Magnificent.


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