Page 48 of Jolt's Vengeance

He nods eagerly, relief evident in his eyes. "Absolutely, Aggie. You won't regret this, I promise."

I highly doubt that, I think to myself, but force a tight smile. "Right. Well, I should get going. Classes and all that."

He doesn’t know I’m lying, but I’m not heading to a fucking class.

I’m heading back to my sorority house, where I can get a damn break.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jolt

Shiver looks me dead in the eye. "You can’t convince me nothin’ is goin’ on with you and Aggie."

Today, of all days, I can’t bullshit him.

We’re here at a strip club for his bachelor party, which Siren gave the all clear for by the way.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Not gonna talk about that right now, brother."

Shiver's face splits into a wide grin. "You sly bastard, you like her!"

I roll my eyes. "Drop it, man."

Shiver cackles and calls to a passing dancer, "Sweetheart, how about a dance for my friend here? It's his first time."

What a load of shit.

I’ve been to plenty of strip clubs.

I shoot him a glare, but he just winks, leaning back in his seat.

The dancer, a tall brunette with legs for days, saunters over, her hips swaying to the beat.

"First time, huh?" she purrs, running a manicured hand down my arm. "Don't worry, honey. I'll be gentle."

As she starts to move, I can't help but laugh.

This isn't how I expected the night to go, but then again, nothing in my life has gone according to plan lately.

Hell, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

The dancer's routine is impressive, all fluid movements and teasing glances.

But as I watch her, my mind keeps drifting back to Aggie.

To her fiery spirit, her sharp wit, the way her eyes light up when she laughs.

I shake my head, trying to focus on the present.

This is Shiver's night, and I'm gonna make sure he enjoys it.

As the song ends, I slip the dancer a generous tip, mumbling my thanks.

Shiver's watching me with a knowing smirk, and I resist the urge to flip him off.

"Enjoyed the show?" he asks, his tone innocent but his eyes gleaming with mischief.

I shrug, trying for nonchalance. "She's good at her job."

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