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I tilted my head and giggled. “His name is Soren Kenway! sounds… like the coolest name ever, right? You don’t know him… Don’t know him… He’s… very low–key… Very mysterious…”
“Interesting. I happen to know that guy.” The man smiled and rose to his feet, lifting me by the arm. “Come on. I’ll get you home.”
“Who? You? Why? Did Jean send you? Man, how much money did she spend hiring you boys? You’re late, though. Very… late… Party’s over, pall”
“I wasn’t hired by Miss Valentine.”
“Then… who?”
His phone rang. With his free hand, he answered it. “Hello, are you sure you’re not drunk? Sure? Who are you leaving with?
“Alright. Understood. Yes. I found her.”
My brain was too foggy from the alcohol to piece anything together. I didn’t notice anything odd in his conversation…
My knees buckled, and I couldn’t lift my feet. I could only lean against his body for support as he tried to help walk.
We hardly made it more than a few steps before he stopped.
Here’s what happened: I drank so much that my brain was in a fugue state. I could hear sounds and words, but they didn’t register.
“Pass her to me. I’ll drive her home,” someone said.
“Should she become sober, the last thing she wants to see is you, I’m afraid. Please, allow me instead.”
“We’re married.”
me
“Not anymore. Everyone in the city knows you’re having an affair. The two of you are in the middle of a divorce.” “That has nothing to do with you anyway! What’s your angle for getting close to her, huh?”
“Michael?”
After that, the man kept moving forward, dragging me along as we made our way out of the club.
I found out later that Edward hadn’t left the club after Alex’s Butter Attack. He’d been waiting outside, worried, and wanted to make sure I got home safely.
The man led me into a very comfy car. I opened my eyes slightly and saw him get in.
“Would you like some water?” he asked.
I nodded groggily.
He took a bottle of water that looked like an upscale brand, opened the cap, and handed it to me.
The cool liquid eased the burning inside me a little. “Tasty water…”
I looked at him again and muttered, “You look so much like him, dude. Too bad you’re just… some guy… working this kind of job.”
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His tone suddenly darkened. “I told you. Jean Valentine didn’t hire me.”
I chuckled. “Man, your tone sucks, too. You’re not as good as he was.”
He started the engine. The car hummed, and I felt sleepy again.
Sometime during the drive, the car suddenly braked, and 1 lurched forward a bit, waking up slightly.
The man asked with concern, “Are you alright? Do you feel sick?”
I mumbled some gibberish in return. To be fair, I couldn’t really understand what he said later. All I knew was that the seatbelt was too tight. I tried to pull it away from me.
He noticed and helped me unbuckle. Worried I might fall from my seat, he leaned in to block me with his body.
I might have been drunk, but I could still smell the freshness of pine and musk on him.
I looked up from his arm and smiled suggestively. “You, sir have good taste. Tell me, darling, what’s the name of your secret cologne?”
He met my gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Darling?“”
“Yeap, Baby Boy. You’re in your early 20s, right? That’s such a precious age… Especially to a 26–year–old woman.” His eyes locked on mine. For some reason, it felt like our gazes were undergoing some sort of chemical reaction.
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