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And with that, I took one more puff from my cigar and fucking smiled.

Chloe

I knew Asher wouldn’t let me get away with not answering him.

And I hated how smart he was.

But then again, it was one of the things I adored about him.

But I couldn’t tell him about the dream I had a few days ago and everything it entailed.

I just couldn’t.

I’d been secretly in love with that man for years. Almost a decade.

But... I loved Stella more.

She was the best friend a girl could ever ask for.

And there was nothing I would ever do to ruin that friendship.

After that dream, distancing myself wasn’t going to work.

It hadn’t been working.

And since I couldn’t afford to move to the other side of the country... there was only one thing I could do...

Asher

I was fit to be tied.

Had I not gone the way I went, coming back to the clubhouse from grabbing a few things at the store, then I never would have seen what I did.

And I was seeing red.

And I knew everyone saw it.

They were all keeping a wide berth away from me.

Sitting in a chair at the corner table in the clubhouse, I kept my eyes trained on the door.

Waiting.

Because I knew that Stella and Chloe were on their way here.

How dare she allow another man to touch her?

How dare she allow another man in a breathable atmosphere.

Half an hour later, when the door finally opened and I saw her, I stood up and stormed over to her, and without a care, I asked, “Who was that man I saw you at the restaurant with?”

Stella froze while she was digging in her bag for something, and Chloe scrunched her brows, then she asked, “What man?”

And through gritted teeth, I said, “The man you were looking all cozy with at the Backyard Grill.”

Chloe shook her head, then whispered, “I have no idea. Truly, who are you talking about?”

I snapped, “The fucking man in the black polo shirt. The fucking man who had his hand on your shoulder. The fuckingman who smiled at you. And the fucking man you gave a certain smile to.”

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