Chapter 30

CHAPTER

THIRTY

WRATH

The bar is chill, but I notice not only the bartender, but the waitress is eyeballing me. They know who I am. They don’t know what I do for the club, but they know exactly who I am, and it’s clear that they aren’t sure what to make of me with Alex and Elodie.

I’m not going to explain myself. It would be fucking suspicious and weird if I did anyway. Plus, it’s not anyone’s business what the fuck I do, so there is that, too. I order a beer, not wanting to get trashed, Alex orders a vodka, and Elodie orders a fucking white wine spritzer. It’s cute as shit.

They also ordered a whole fucking menu’s worth of appetizers, which I am very cool with, considering I’m starving. I also need sustenance before I fuck her again. And I am going to be fucking Elodie again. Soon.

Once the food arrives, we begin to dig in when I sense someone walking into the bar. I don’t know what makes me feel their presence, but I do. Slowly, I turn my head, looking over my shoulder at the front door.

Typically, I wouldn't sit with my back to the front door, but since Alex was here first and I didn’t want to sit right next to him, I ended up sitting with my back to the door. And I regret it immediately.

Fuck.

The man who walks through the door is the last person I expect to see. His gaze locks in on mine. He’s got something to say, and I’m the person he wants to say it to. I can’t imagine why he would come all the way from Arizona to come to Fat Boys and have a conversation with me.

But here he fucking is.

“Cake,” I state when he stops directly at the side of the table, crossing his arms over his chest before he dips his chin and his gaze locks in on mine.

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