Page 71 of Unravelling The Beast

"Shut the fuck up, Cash."

When I enter the booming, brightly lit club, I glance around with a beaming smile on my face. It's incredible, has a terrific atmosphere and isn't overly crowded, at least not yet.

I've looked everywhere for Arlo, but I am unable to locate him until my focus is drawn to the bar area, where I notice Savannah and Izzy. As I move towards them, I feel male attention all over me, but I continue confidently.

When I tap their shoulders from behind, they turn around and Savannah's expression changes from a smile to a scowl in a split second.

She then replaces it with a fake smile as she speaks.

"Wren!"

She pulls me into an awkward hug, lightly patting my back with her palm and Izzy gives me an authentic, soft smile.

"Would you like a cocktail, Wren?"

"Yes, please!"

I stand back as she places our orders when a text suddenly appears on my phone in my hand, vibrating against my skin and I take a look to see it's from Arlo.

"Did you have to dress that fucking sexy, or are you purposefully trying to get men murdered tonight?"

As I respond, I smile and bite my bottom lip.

"Where are you?"

He replies instantly.

"Look up."

I whirl around, lifting my eyes, until I notice a small, red VIP section in the far corner with some stairs that lead up to it that I hadn’t noticed before. When I spot him, slouched back in the seat, legs spread wide, staring at me, I smile while giving a little wave with my hand before Izzy suddenly speaks behind me.

"Here's your drink, Wren. I ordered you a French martini, just like me!"

I turn around to face her, a smile still on my face and take the drink she is offering.

"Thank you, Izzy. The next one is on me."

Savannah unexpectedly spins around and scans me from head to toe with her evil eyes.

"I guess Arlo is here tonight."

She's acting as if she doesn't know. Of course, she knows that he is here; I have a feeling Savannah follows him around like a little lost puppy.

"I'm assuming so, since he was the one who invited me."

I sip my martini carefully, noticing the jealousy flash across her face, but she attempts to wipe it away while straightening her shoulders.

"Well, he's coming home with me tonight. I'm fucking his dick once and for all because I've had enough of his bullshit."

I raise an eyebrow in defiance, maintain full eye contact with her, and lift my chin while responding calmly.

"Is that what you think?"

Her eyes are suddenly piercing into mine, fire circling her blue pupils. She knows I'm fucking Arlo for sure, and there's nothing this desperate bitch can do about it. I might have to show her tonight who Arlo wants just to get her to leave him alone.

She leans in closer to my face, speaking with a hiss on her tongue.

"It's not what I think, babes; it's what I know for a fact."

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