CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

BRIELLE

“Hi, sweeties,” a voice drawled above the thrum of bass.

I blinked up through the haze of lights to find a guy standing in front of us, grinning like he’d just won a bet. Drink in hand, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the kind of cologne that thought too highly of itself.

“Hi,” A...

Login and Continue Reading