Fight

BENTLEY'S POV

He pulled me closer to his body and leaned in close, whispering in my ear. I could barely understand what he was saying.

He slurred leaning forward until he almost kissed me. His breath reeked of alcohol. His eyes seemed almost glassy. He leaned in close to me again, pressing against my body. "Do you wanna fuck?"

I pulled away and straightened my dress, giving Max a cold glare. "Get your hands off me asshole." I snapped, shrugging his hand off my shoulder and stepping away from him.

Max simply smiled and shook his head, chuckling as if I had just told him a particularly funny joke. He then stood up and swayed dangerously before slamming his fist down onto the counter top loudly.

"Why won't you let me have you Bentley? huh? My family is rich again." He slurred drunkenly as he looked up at me with his bleary eyes. "You could never compare."

"Max," I spoke firmly, ignoring the question as I looked around trying to figure out if anyone else could hear what he was saying,