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“You look amazing,” he says, staring at my boobs. A real charmer, this one.

“Thanks, well, nice seeing you,” I say as I walk around him, making a clean exit. He grabs my arm, halting my escape.

“What’s the rush?” he asks, a little creepy. He pulls me closer until I have to put my hand on his chest to push him away.

“Get your hands off her,” James demands in an icy tone.

“Who are you?” Colton asks stupidly.

“I’m the man who’s going to beat the shit out of you if you don’t take your hands off of my fiancé,” James says. Colton lets go of my arm, and I quickly move to James, inserting myself under his arm.

“You know him?” James asks me but his eyes are still pinned to Colton.

“Yeah, unfortunately. He’s my ex,” I say, cringing at having to admit it. James' blue eyes flick to me for a second, the only indication that I’ve surprised him. Colton is not my usual type, that’s for sure. Also he’s kind of an ass.

“You’re marrying him?” Colton asks me. I don’t like the look in his eyes.

“Yes, I am,” I silently beg for him to shut up right now, but of course he doesn’t.

“Did you tell him how we were engaged?” Colton asks. Well. Fuck. The atmosphere changes from ice cold to deadly. James’ fingers tense and release, but he stays silent.

“Well. Time to go!” I announce with fake enthusiasm, taking a statue-like James by the arm and pulling. Or at least attempting to, because he doesn’t budge.

“You were engaged,” James says slowly, to which one of us I have no idea, but I gulp.

“I assume you didn’t tell him,” Colton smirks. Douche bag. When his eyes narrow on me I realise I said that out loud.

“No, I didn’t tell him, because it didn’t count. I had no idea what a piece of shit you were,” I tell him, furious.

“Baby, go back to the bar,” James requests. At least I think he tries to request, it comes out more as a demand.

“But-”

“Sasha,” he snaps. I grind my teeth together, and glare at Colton before I spin on my heels and head back to the bar. Let them kill each other, I don’t care anymore.

“You okay?” Kade asks, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah,” I say before I order a tequila shot.

“Who’s James talking to?” he asks, staring over at James and Colton.

“My ex,” I tell him, licking my hand and putting some salt on it. Kade chuckles in a ‘what were you thinking’ kind of way.

“Shut up,” I groan, downing the shot, and then sucking on the lime.

“What’s with you Crawfords and tequila?” he asks.

“I dunno, I only drink clear drinks,” I say.

“Is that a rule?” he asks, clearly amused if the gleam in his eye is any indication.

“It’s my rule. Vodka, yes. Tequila, yes. Anything brown, no.”

“Your ex just ran out of the club like he was on fire,” Kade says.

I glance over to see that Colton has indeed left the building. James walks towards us so I decide to head over to where Trey is playing pool with Layla. On my way there I can’t help but notice Tee talking with Sax. Well, well, well. I slowly head that way, and hear a snippet of their conversation.

“You still seeing your ex?” Sax growls, looking unhappy.

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