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"Want another one, el

"That would be great, yeah" I reach for el waves et this round I’lass before he slides off the chair and heads toward the bar

"Where were you?"

I turn to find Whitney studying leam in her eyes, her tone accusatory

"Bathroom Then I had a phone call I had to take"

"Who was it?"

Since when is it her business to ask me questions like that? "No one you know" I am a consummate liar It’s so easy to slip into my lies, they feel like a second skin

"Hive a shit "Rose was gone too"

Unease creeps downti It wasn’t before"

Fuck I feel everything inside of me wilt at Whitney’s words As discreetly as possible I check out Rose,to her chest Yes, the buttons are done up wrong, and I feel like a shit that I didn’t catch that before she escaped the bathroo?" I ask Whitney,?" she returns

"Just say what you want to say, Whit" I sound weary I feel weary "Let’s get this over with"

She parts her perfectly glossed lips, swinging her hair back in a calculated eous and she knows it, but she’s also a world-class pain in the ass and has driven every guy who’s been remotely interested in her far aith her needy, bitchy attitude

I’ive her what she wants in bed, and then move on What she sees in me, I have no idea I don’t deserve her kindness I don’t deserve anyone’s kindness

"Whitney" Violet rests her hand on Whitney’s ar her "Tell uy across the face at a party I was trying to tell her about it, but I just can’t do the story justice like you can"

Whitney’s eyes narrow as she conteht She doesn’t have to say a word but I know she’s thinking, You just got off easy She turns to look at Violet, her shtest hint of a drawl "Violet, darling, there have been two face-slapping incidents Which one are you talking about?"