Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“That’s a question for you to answer! Who’s this?” I asked him, gesturing to the blonde.
Blake rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged in a casual manner.
“No one. It’s nothing, Aisling,” he said.
A cold laugh broke from me as I shook my head.
“Look, I get things have been rocky between us lately, but that doesn’t mean you can sleep with someone else!” I exploded, fire burning through me. I didn’t like being like this. Aggressive. Angry. It wasn’t me, but this was ridiculous! Why was all of this happening in one day?
Blake groaned as he shook his head at me.
“Don’t make this a big deal,” he said.
“But it is! And to think I trusted you enough to come to you for help…” I muttered before grinding my teeth. I parted my lips to shout some more, but I stopped.
It wouldn’t change a thing, and talking to him would just ruin my day even more.
“You know what? Whatever. There’s no point in us being together anyway. We obviously weren’t ever going to seriously work out because all you care about is yourself!”
“Oh, come on,” Blake scoffed.
I put my hand up to silence him before storming out of the bedroom, ignoring him calling out for me and the blonde chewing him out.
I grabbed my things and shut the front door behind me, my nostrils flaring with heavy breaths. This day sucked!
When I got in my car, I drove into town, went through a fast-food drive thru, and sat in the parking lot with a cheeseburger in one hand and my phone in the other.
At this point, I was basically stranded. I could always turn to Madison, but I didn’t want to bother her when she was busy being a mother and enjoying an amazing relationship with seven good guys.
I couldn’t even land in a relationship with one good guy!
But maybe this was for the best. There had to be a silver lining. I always believed that there was a silver lining in any bad situation.
My phone suddenly dinged, a new message notification for one of my group chats popping up at the top of my screen. I opened the message from one of my friends, Sara, my eyebrows lifting in interest.
Girls’ night @ Altitude tonite! Who’s coming?
Well, it wasn’t like I had anything else to do tonight. Having a few drinks and dancing the night away with some of my friends seemed like a good way to temporarily forget my troubles.
I could figure out what to do with my mess of a life tomorrow.
Me!
I sent my reply before looking in the backseat at my suitcase where one of my going out dresses was stashed in, a small smile crossing my lips.
Today was a terrible day, but that didn’t mean it had to be a terrible night too.
Energetic dance music thumped throughout Club Altitude, inciting movement on the dance floor as bodies upon bodies filled the space.
Others lingered at the long bar with a wall of liquor bottles or hung out on the lounge booths. My friends, Sara, Jane, and Erica, seated at one of the booths with me, empty glasses littering the table in front of us.
“How about another round, ladies? We’re just getting started!” Sara asked the group as she fluffed her straight blonde hair behind her back.
“I could do another, but I want to dance soon!” Jane said as she wiggled in her seat to the beat of the song.
I laughed a little, starting to feel the tension and stress in my shoulders gradually melt away as more tequila sizzled its way down my throat.
“Another round sounds good,” I said before getting to my feet and helping Sara up. “I’ll go with you.”
“Yay!” Sara chirped before hooking her arm with mine and leading me toward the busy bar. She found us a small spot that was empty and lifted her hand to flag down the bartender.
Meanwhile, I let my eyes roam, sweeping over the other people at the bar. Most of them were around my age, chatting in groups or pairs. But then I saw one guy alone.
And he was looking right at me.
My heart fluttered as I took in the sight of him at the other end of the bar.
He was hot.
He didn’t look like some generic guy, though, like all the other guys at the bar who were dressed in bland button-down shirts and had short, boring haircuts.
His hair was blonde and tousled, the ends reaching his jaw. He wore a black t-shirt with a silver necklace, exposing his heavily tattooed, muscular arms. He looked like a dirty dream right out of one of the romance books I often read.
He shouldn’t even exist, but he was peering at me with a small, intrigued smile on his face.
I couldn’t believe he was looking at me of all people at this bar. My heart started pounding, going even faster than the beat of the music.