Bella stood near the table, chest heaving, face flushed a deep, angry red that crept down her neck and disappeared under the low neckline of her blue mini dress. The strapless top had slipped just a fraction during whatever had happened, one creamy swell of her breast pushing higher than the other, the fabric stretched so tight I could see the outline of her hardened nipple pressing against it. Her short black hair was messy, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her green eyes blazed like she was ready to tear someone apart.
"You're all the same." she spat at Ethan, voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Disgusting perverts who think you can just touch whatever you want and laugh it off. You think because you're drunk and loud, it makes you untouchable? Fuck you."
Ethan stood a few feet away, hands up in mock surrender. His shirt was untucked from dancing, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a faint sheen of sweat made his skin shine under the lights. He looked unbothered, almost amused, which only made Bella angrier.
"Calm down, princess." he drawled, voice low and lazy. "It was an accident. I reached for a drink, my arm brushed you. That's it. You're acting like I grabbed your ass or something."
Bella's nostrils flared. "Don't call me princess, asshole. And don't act like you didn't mean to get close. You think we're just here for you to leer at?"
Ethan laughed, short and sharp. "You're projecting, sweetheart. You are delusional."
Bella took a step forward, fists clenched. "Say that again. I dare you."
Lara was already at Bella's side, tugging on her arm, voice soft but urgent. "Bella, stop. He's not worth it. Come on, let's just go sit down."
Bella shook her off, not hard, but enough that Lara stumbled back a step. "No. I'm not letting this creep think he can talk to me like that."
I stood frozen a few feet away, heart hammering. They were the worst possible match—Bella's firecracker temper against Ethan's stubborn, smug refusal to back down. It was like watching two trains heading straight for each other. I wanted to step in, say something, but every time I opened my mouth, nothing came out. What could I even say? Stop fighting? They'd both turn on me.
Sofia was beside me now, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her massive breasts up in the golden dress. The deep plunge neckline strained, creamy tops swelling with each breath. She sighed, long and tired.
"What happened?" I whispered.
Sofia shrugged, voice low. "I don't know much. Ethan was getting a drink from the table where Bella was standing. His arm brushed her, probably an accident, he was reaching past her. But Bella was already tipsy, and you know how she gets. She hates men touching her, even by mistake. She snapped, started shouting, and… here we are."
I rubbed my forehead, head spinning. Bella had always been like this, quick to anger, especially around guys she didn't trust. She didn't have male friends for a reason. Lara was her only close one, and even then, their closeness sometimes felt… different.
I scanned the room for Mom. She was the only one who could shut this down. Bella listened to her, mostly. But Mom was nowhere in sight.
"Where's Mom?" I asked Sofia.
"She was here just a moment ago," Sofia murmured. "Right before they started. Maybe she went to check on the baby again?"
Before I could answer, Max pushed through from behind me, hands raised like he was breaking up a fight in a bar. "Guys, come on. Don't ruin the party. Chill."
Bella rounded on him instantly. "Who the fuck are you? Some kind of saint?"
Ethan snorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Bro, look at this bitch. She won't even shut up."
Max didn't flinch. He stepped between them, calm, voice steady. "Alright, alright. Bella, take a breath. Ethan, shut your mouth for once. Whatever happened, it's over. Let's not turn New Year's into a crime scene."
Bella glared at him, chest rising and falling fast, tits straining against the strapless top. "He touched me."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "Accidentally."
"Doesn't matter." Bella snapped. "You don't get to touch me."
Max nodded slowly. "Fair. But yelling and breaking shit isn't fixing it. You want to keep going, or you want to cool off?"
Lara tugged Bella's arm again, softer this time. "Come on. Sit with me. Please."
Bella let herself be pulled back toward the couch, though her eyes never left Ethan. She sat heavily, Lara beside her, one arm around Bella's shoulders, whispering something I couldn't hear. Bella's face was still flushed, but the fire dimmed a little under Lara's touch.
Ethan grabbed a fresh drink from the table, shot it back in one go, and wiped his mouth again. "Whatever. Crazy bitch."
I stepped forward before I could stop myself. "Hey. Watch it."
Ethan looked at me, surprised, then smirked. "Relax, Rob. Your sister's just drunk and dramatic."
Max cut in smoothly. "Ethan, go get some air. Bella, drink some water. We're not doing this all night."
Ethan shrugged and walked off toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath. Max turned to me, lowering his voice. "Thanks for backing me up. They're like kids when they fight."
I exhaled hard. "Yeah. Thanks for stepping in. I didn't know what to do."
Max clapped my shoulder. "No problem. Your sister's got fire, man. I didn't know she hated men that much."
"She's always been like this," I said quietly. "No male friends. Only Lara's close to her."
Max nodded, eyes flicking toward the couch where Lara still had her arm around Bella, whispering. "Makes sense. They're tight."
I didn't respond. The suspicion from earlier lingered, but right now I was just glad the shouting had stopped.
Max grinned suddenly. "Hey... I've got an idea. Let's lighten the mood."
Before I could ask, he clapped his hands loud enough to cut through the remaining chatter. Heads turned.
"Alright, everyone still here!" he called. "Party's not over yet. Let's play a game... something fun to wrap the night. Who's in?"
"What kind of game?" Bella asked from the couch, voice still sharp but curious now.
Max's grin widened. "Something classic. Nothing boring."
Sofia yawned, stretching her arms over her head. The motion pulled her golden dress tight across her chest, deep plunge straining, breasts lifting high. "I'm tired, guys. I'm heading back upstairs to check on the baby again. If the game gets loud, don't wake me."
She gave a small wave and disappeared up the stairs, hips swaying, high slit flashing thigh one last time.
Bella leaned forward, elbows on knees, cleavage deepening in the strapless top. "Well? What is it?"
To be continued…
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