Page 54 of My Rules

“Ugh.” I screw up my nose. “It’s like a bad frat house situation.”

“What the hell are they doing?” Juliet asks.

“Drinking.” Chloe shrugs.

She clicks on the next video, and Henley is at a blackjack table. “Antony is taking his keeping-you-updated promise very seriously.” I smile.

“Right?” She giggles. Henley appears to win, and everyone screams and picks him up and throws him around as if he’s as light as a feather while he laughs out loud.

“Okay, this is ridiculous.” Juliet winces. “They are completely out of control.”

I turn back to the front and stare out the window as we drive around for a while.

“Oh god, look at Blake,” she says as she watches the video again.

I turn back around. “What’s he doing?” She hits play again and passes me the phone.

Antony has filmed Henley playing cards, but in the background, you can see Blake talking to two beautiful, scantily dressed women. He has his hand on one’s behind, and he leans in and kisses the other on the lips. He says something, and they both giggle on cue.

“What the hell?” I whisper. “Two?”

Henley wins the game, and Blake jumps in the air and joins in the celebrations, leaving the two women alone while he carries on like a lunatic.

“Ugh, I don’t even want to know what they’re doing.” I hand back the phone in disgust. I hear another video play from the back seat, and I can hear them all laughing out loud. “Are they in an elevator?” Chloe asks.

“I don’t know what’s happening, but it must be hilarious. Blake and Antony’s laughter is hysterical.” Juliet hiccups. “What could possibly be so funny?”

Ugh, good-time Blake Grayson ... always the life of the party.

She clicks on another video, and Antony’s voice comes on as he’s filming. “Jules, Miss Juliet Drinkwater,” he announces as if he’s a television presenter. “Henley is getting your wedding present.”

“Oh no,” Juliet gasps. “They’re in a tattoo parlor.”

“What?” I spin around. “Seriously, they are out of control right now. He is never going to Vegas again.” I lean in to watch the footage.

Once again, the sound of uncontrollable laughter is echoing. The footage flicks to Henley getting a tattoo on his chest over his heart.

J U L I E T

“Oh my god,” we all gasp.

“He’s going to regret that tomorrow.” Juliet laughs. “I wish he got it on his forehead.”

“Ahhhhhh,” we hear in the background. The camera flicks to Blake lying on a bed.

“What’s he doing?” I lean in to see closer. “Don’t tell me he’s getting a tattoo too.”

“Beat it,” we hear someone call.

“Yeah, that’s it,” someone else cries.

A woman comes out with a surgical tray, and everyone erupts into hysterical laughter. An out-of-control man cheers.

“What is happening?”

Antony is laughing so hard that the camera is flicking all over the place, and we can’t tell what’s going on.

“Got to go.” Antony laughs. “Grayson’s about to beat the meat.”

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