Page 21 of Selfless

He shakes hands with Thomas, and I reach mine out of respect and shake it. “Miller,” he says into his ear piece. “Come to the front. I have a group I need you to show to the balcony suite.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” Becca says.

“I do,” he says and then another guy appears. Guessing it’s Miller. He slaps him on his back. “Their tab is on me tonight.”

“No really …”

“I insist,” he urges, placing his hand on his chest.

She gives him a weak smile and nods. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

I open my purse and start to dig for my ID. “No need,” he says to me. “You guys have fun, and if you have any problems, let me or Miller know.”

“Thanks you,” Thomas says excitedly.”

I wrap my arm around Becca’s shoulders, and she’s tense. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, but I think I have an idea. She has told me before that she doesn’t like this kind of treatment. The kind where others give her special advantages due to her last name.

The man who went by Miller walks up a set of stairs covered in black carpet. We make it to the top and walk around a black railing. Two black couches with white throw pillows sits on either side of a black coffee table. “Here you go.”

We sit down, and he raises his hand. Seconds later, a woman with black hair comes running over. He bends down and speaks into her ear. We can’t hear much over the music. When she pulls away, she’s nodding and smiling. He walks away.

“Hello everyone,” she calls out. “What can I get you?”

“Tequila shots all around,” Becca answers.

Thomas leans back in his couch and places his arms on the back, smiling. Then he looks at me and frowns. “What’s wrong with you?”

“She’s had a shit week,” Becca says.

I snort. “You’ve had a shit week.”

Thomas crosses one leg over the other and smiles. “Well, sister, we got all night, so start filling me in.”

“It’s nothing,” Becca tells him.

“Nothing?” I snort and look at Thomas. “She found out her mother was paying her boyfriend to be with her.”

“She what?” Thomas asks wide-eyed, looking at her.

“She and Ryder broke up, and Bradley proposed to her,” she says, pointing over at me.

His head snaps to me. “You broke up with the king? And who the hell is Bradley?” He knows that my sex life is shitty at the moment, but I never filled him in on all the details. I doubted that he wanted to hear all my problems.

“The king?” Becca asks, pulling her lips back in disgust. “He’s no king.”

Thomas nods his head. “Oh, he is, honey.” He removes his arm from the couch and leans forward, putting them on his knees, and puts his chin in his hand. “Spill. Who is this other guy?”

I sigh heavily. “It doesn’t matter. They’re both gone, and I would rather not discuss it.” I look back and forth between them. Thomas opens his mouth, and I add, “Please?”

He closes his mouth and gives me a curt nod. The waitress returns and sets our first round of shots on the table.

They both lift theirs in toast, but before they can say anything, I pick mine up and slam it back. Then, without saying a word, Becca slides me hers, and I take it without question. Then Thomas does the same. Next time the waitress comes by, Becca orders two rounds.

CHAPTER FIVE

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