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“Ginger?”

“Yes, Samara…” She paused, blowing out a hard breath. “I-I know about it.”

“Okay, and? What exactly do you know?”

“I…I can’t talk about it. Not over the phone. There’s a lot of shit going on, Samara. Shit that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now, but—”

“But what?” I jumped to my feet then and began to pace around my room, feeling nervous. “Come on, Ginger, talk to me. What the fuck is going on?”

“Not over the phone, Samara. It has to be in person. When…when are you free to meet?”

“Not until this weekend,” I replied.

“Fine. I’m not free from the club until Sunday. I’ll come pick you up that afternoon and bring you back. I have to go now. I love you. And Samara…”

“Yeah?”

“Watch your back, kid. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. This isn’t over, Samara, not by a long shot.”

Chapter 19

Jace

Ichuggedbackanothershot, cringing at the burn the alcohol inflicted to my nervous system. I was done. I couldn’t play this game with her anymore. She left me high and fucking dry after that amazing night we had together at Ginger’s place, hammering the final nail into my goddamn coffin of feelings.

I got up out my seat and staggered over to VIP, snatching a free bottle of whatever liquor I could get my hands on since the bartender wanted to be a prick and had cut me off. As I twisted the top and flicked it off, I sank down in the nearest booth, watching Vicki as she flipped herself upside down and spun around the pole.

My blurry eyes somewhat locked with hers. It looked like she’d licked her lips. As I tipped the bottle back, my brows raised, two versions of her slid down the pole and approached me.

Within a blink she was in my lap, straddling me.

“You look lonely,” she breathed into my ear, panting hard as she grinded her pussy against me. “I can fix that if you’d like.”

My head fell back with a disinterested groan as she grinded harder against me, her warm lips grazing my jaw.

“Just tell me what you want, baby, and it’s yours.”

“I want,” I started then paused, shaking my head, knowing better than to say her heart-crushing name out loud. “Fuck…”

“We can do that too,” Vicki whispered in my ear. “Come on, baby. Let’s go have some fun.”

My body was yanked forward despite the fumbled protest slurring from my mouth. I was fucked, having consumed more shots than I could count on my hands. I had no idea where the fuck Vicki was taking me or how my legs were stable enough to even move properly.

I kept saying the wordNoover and over again, but from my levels of intoxication I wasn’t sure if I was saying the words out loud or if it was all in my head. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want her. It hurt me to think it even now, but I wanted Samara.

It wouldalwaysbe Samara.

My movement froze and as my blurred eyes tried to narrow in on the door, it opened, making me hiss from the blinding light. I was tugged inside, the door locking behind me. Before I knew it Vicki had planted her mouth against mine before I ever had the chance to stop it.

“Jace…what the fuck are you doing!?”

My stomach dropped low as Vicki pulled away from me, a deep snarl fleeing her. From over her naked shoulder I caught a small glimpse of fiery red hair and a distorted version of a scowl on my best friend’s face.

“Fuck off,” Vicki hissed at Ginger. “This is a private party.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind!?”

I wasn’t sure who she was speaking to, me or Vicki, but the question could’ve been appropriately directed at the both of us.

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