Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend novel Chapter 212

212–My First And Last Dance With My Mate 

Nora: 

I felt so dumb standing in the corner with no one to enjoy the evening with. It had been ten minutes, and Brody hadn’t returned. I hadn’t even brought my phone to call him, so I felt kind of useless. 

Lord Atwood hadn’t seen me alone because Natalya and April had introduced themselves to the council and stolen all the attention. They now sat upstairs with the elders, chatting and already mingling with the pack’s officials. 

Once it started to get too much and I grew tired of men silently asking me if I would like to dance with them while their mates had no clue, I grabbed my dress and exited the hall. I wasn’t like April, who would love to ruin someone else’s evening just because hers got ruined. 

Once I was outside the building, I sighed and stood behind the railing with my body hunched over and my arms resting on it. I was just staring at the beautiful sky with clouds slowly taking over. Although the wind was cold, it was so mild that it didn’t bother me. 

“So, how was your dance?” Nash arrived, startling me a little. But I resumed watching the stars getting covered by clouds. 

“It was fine until Brody left,” I uttered. 

“Left? Where did he go?” Nash questioned. I bet he was just staring at me from so close. 

“I don’t know. He got upset because the gown he got me was ruined 

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and I wore what Silas had picked for me,” I pouted as I relayed my sad story to him. I turned to him and watched his frown. 

“Why would you tell him Silas got this for you?” he asked, “It’s a bit of a gray area for a mate or a boyfriend to find out that somebody else. chose a gown for their girl for the special ball.” 

I understood why Brody reacted that way. Otherwise, he wasn’t the type to react so quickly. 

“I didn’t tell him,” I responded. 

“Then who did?” There was a beautiful frown on his forehead, making him appear even more gorgeous when he looked so serious. 

“Leave it. I guess those few minutes were enough for me,” I gave him a broken smile as I recalled how much I had been hurting over the past. few weeks. This dance was enough for me. I didn’t want more. 

“No! You don’t deserve just this dance. It was nothing,” Nash shook. his head, waving his finger at me and telling me no. “Come on,” he grabbed my hand and started dragging me up the long staircase, making sure I didn’t fall. 

“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me to the backyard, and then we reached a small gazebo. 

“Ow! This is so pretty,” a smile appeared on my lips. 

However, while I looked around happily and did circles, I noticed that Nash was watching me intently. 

“What is it?” I laughed uncomfortably. 

“Would you like to dance with me, my mate?” It was like I had heard a 

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ghost whisper in my cars. My body got covered in goosebumps, and I froze for a moment. 

“I don’t want you to remember this night like that. And I know we have talked about how it is not possible for us to be together, but I don’t care. tonight. You look so good that you deserve to have a dance with your mate,” he spoke in a very sexy tone and then approached me when I couldn’t move a muscle. 

He held my hand and then the other, placing one on his chest and holding the other while he started rocking his body. As the silence. engulfed us, the music blared from the hall and our bodies started dancing along. 

I was silent and shocked for the first few seconds, but then I shook myself awake. This was happening. I was having a dance, maybe the first and final one, with my mate. He twirled me around and then grabbed me, making me giggle so happily. 

I started to laugh, and the louder I got, the more he made me feel special. Finally, he pulled me against his chest again, but this time, he didn’t intend to dance. His eyes were on my lips. 

“Screw everyone!” he whispered under his breath before he tilted his head and crashed his lips against mine aggressively. I lost my footing, but he held me by my waist, making sure I didn’t fall. 

Before I knew it, I was responding to his kiss with the same passion. Our bodies were extremely close, rubbing against each other with his hands gripping my waist and then massaging my back. I ran my hands. over his chest and remembered how much I used to get aroused just by looking at him when I had first arrived. 

My hands ruffled through his hair, noting how smooth it was. He pressed into me so much that he began to push me back until I was