The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal (Evelyn and Derek)

Chapter 71

While Evelyn was busy with Derek, Rayna navigated through the crowd as she made her way back from the restroom. She swayed her body to the rhythm of the music, feeling the pulsating beat vibrate through her.

Her thoughts wandered to Evelyn, who seemed so preoccupied tonight. Rayna wished she could convince her friend to let loose and have fun, but it seemed like that was a lost cause.

As she approached the corner leading back to their table, she passed a group of guys standing close to the bar, their laughter and conversation loud and boisterous. She paid them no mind, keeping her eyes ahead until she felt someone tap her ass suddenly. The impact sent a shock through her system, and she froze in place, stunned.

Heat flooded her face as anger surged within her. She spun around, her eyes scanning the faces of everyone around, trying to identify the culprit. But everyone around looked at her with feigned innocence, smirking and nudging each other.

Her eyes continued searching until they landed on the retreating figure of a man she recalled had walked past her at the same time just before she felt the tap on her ass.

Assuming the worst, Rayna's eyes narrowed, and she stormed towards him, her heels clicking louder with each step. She planted herself in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest, her expression a mixture of fury and disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, her voice raised over the noise of the club.

Ethan blinked, clearly taken aback by her outburst. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

"Don't play dumb with me! I felt that!" she said accusingly, jabbing a finger towards him. "You just slapped my ass!"

Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "What? No, I didn't!" he protested, raising his hands defensively. "I didn't touch you! I don't even know who you are."

Rayna's temper flared even more at his denial. "Don't lie to me! I know what I felt!" she shot back, her voice rising.

"What kind of pervert does that to a woman he barely knows? Do you think it's funny?"

Ethan looked around, noticing the people nearby glancing at them. He took a step closer to Rayna, lowering his voice in an attempt to calm her down.

"Listen to me. I didn't touch you. I swear, it wasn't me," he said, his tone earnest.

But Rayna was not having it. "Do you think I'm stupid?" she hissed, her eyes blazing. "You walk right past me, and then I feel someone slap my ass! Who else could it have been?"

Ethan's frustration was evident as he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, maybe one of those assholes by the bar? But it wasn't me!" he insisted, pointing over her shoulder at the group of guys who were now trying to hide their snickers.

Rayna turned to look at the group, their laughter and sly grins making her blood boil even more. She turned back to Ethan, her eyes still filled with suspicion. "You expect me to believe that?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ethan nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, because it's the truth. I wouldn't do something like that. You have to believe me," he said, his voice firm.

"You look to me like just the type to do something like that, you pervert," she said, and his eyes darkened at her words.

Ethan took a deep breath to calm himself from saying something he might regret, "Don't call me that." His voice was low, with a tinge of warning in his tone.

"Then you shouldn't act like one if you don't want to be addressed as one," she retorted.

Ethan's jaw tightened as he glanced back at the group of guys, who were still snickering. One of them gave him a mocking salute, clearly enjoying the drama they had caused.

Ethan's hands balled into fists at his sides, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. As much as he wanted to confront them, he knew it wouldn't help the situation with this annoying woman.

Ethan returned his attention to her, "I didn't touch you. I have no reason to. I didn't even notice that I walked past someone like you because you're not attractive enough to get my attention," Ethan said, looking her over with disapproval, "and you're not smart either if you can't tell when a man is being honest or not. Simply put, you're not my type," Ethan said, and even though his words stung, Rayna paused.

For a moment, Rayna hesitated, her anger wavering as she looked into his eyes. There was no sign of deceit, no trace of a smirk that suggested he was lying. All she saw was annoyance. But her pride wouldn't let her back down so easily. She shook her head, her jaw set in a stubborn line.

"I don't care whether I'm your type or not. You're not my type either," she said, though her voice was not as confident as before, but it was still laced with distrust.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"But if I find out you're lying, you'll regret it."

Ethan watched her, feeling both angry and frustrated.

"Listen, I'm sorry someone touched you and made you feel uncomfortable. But that person wasn't me. I hope you find them."

They eyed each other for a moment, but Rayna said nothing more. She huffed, turned on her heel, and stalked back to join Evelyn, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and confusion.

The moment Rayna got to the table, she didn't spare Derek a glance as she grabbed her purse and motioned for Evelyn to follow. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said and left.

"Are you okay?" Evelyn asked with concern as she grabbed her purse.

Derek looked from Evelyn to Rayna, wishing Rayna had not returned so soon since he was enjoying being there with Evelyn despite her nonchalant attitude.

"Let's just get out of here," Rayna said, heading out without waiting for Evelyn to follow her.

"I have to go with her," Evelyn told Derek, and he nodded, then smiled at her.

"It was nice seeing you here" Derek called after her as she ran after Rayna.