Page 76 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Alex looked at Gabi, but Gabi stayed quiet. “You knew?” she asked her sister.

Gabi shrugged. “It was pretty obvious something was going on. No two people enjoy fighting that much if there wasn’t something between them.”

Sofi blinked. “We don’t like fighting.”

Everyone laughed.

“We don’t.”

More laughter.

Sofi’s friends were assholes. “I don’t know why you are all laughing like I’m doing stand-up,” she groused. “Just rude as hell for no reason.”

“I’m sorry,” Kamilah wheezed. “It’s not that we’re laughing at you. It just that what you said made us laugh.”

“Yeah, I think I’m done with this conversation now.”

“Okay. Okay. Fine. We’re sorry.”

“Nope. Still done. I’m going back to the dance floor. Peace out.” Sofi pulled out her phone as she left.

I told Kamilah, but jokes on me. She already knew and she’s happy about it.

In less than a minute she received a mind-blown emoji. A moment after that he replied.

Meet me at our spot. We need to celebrate ASAP

Sofi smiled as she pulled up her text chain with Kamilah.

I love you, but I gotta go. Drink tons of water and keep an eye on Alex.

Her phone buzzed with a selfie of drunk Kamilah sticking out her tongue and flipping her off.

If I weren’t ready to go home to my sexy soon-to-be husband, I’d be pissed at you!

Love you too!

Tell my brother that I said he’d better be good to you or I’ll tell our parents about the night he snuck Miranda Vargas into the house in high school!

Sofi growled. Fucking Miranda Vargas. She’d hated that girl. After sending Kamilah a kissy face emoji, Sofi pulled up her rideshare app and put in her request. She couldn’t wait to see Leo.

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The newest electronic hits of 2013 blared through the corridors of the club, causing Leo’s bones to vibrate. He tried the knob of the door marked Employees Only, praying that it would open, and then cursing when it didn’t.

“Hurry up,” Sofi said from behind him. “They’re going to wonder where we are soon.”

Leo huffed out a breath. “It’s not my fault that all these damn doors are locked. It’s like they don’t even want people to hook up in the closets of their club.”

“Wow, good deductive reasoning, Sherlock. Did you figure that out all on your own?”

“I’m going to gracefully ignore the attitude,” Leo said as he turned enough to grab her hand before continuing down the darkened hall. “I know how cranky you get when you feel deficient in vitamin D.”

She smacked him in the arm. “Stop calling your dick vitamin D. That’s gross.”

Leo tried the next door, which had to be some sort of closet. It was also locked. Leo was beginning to think that this hookup was not going to happen. “If you weren’t so picky about the bathrooms, we could already be done,” he grumbled.

“I am not having sex in a club bathroom. Do you have any idea how disgusting public restrooms are? Plus, there’s a freaking attendant in there!”

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