elsea stepped out of the elev
a thrift store. It looked inexpensive, but the thin fab
ce. The moment he saw her, his f
rushing hug, ignoring the stares of the w
n't come," Cason bre
her eyes downward, playing the role
e here, Cason,
er hand. "You b
VIP booth. A group of his old college friends sat ar
amonds stared at Chelsea. Her
r mouth and let out a
r the music. "Aren't you that psycho girl who faked
VIP section turned to ice. A dozen pair
ulders began to shake. She dug her fingernails into her pa
glass down on the glass ta
a!" Cason roared. "Apol
the crowd surrounding the VIP are
ks walked th
t. He radiated a dark, suffocating energy
ld, dead eyes locked onto Chelsea's
in front of Chelsea, shi
acket, Cason reached over and grabbed th
hrough the massive speakers, bounci
in the lo
yone who dares to disrespect her is disrespecting me, Cason Brooks. If anyone here makes her feel unwelcom
ing silence fell
tray. He swirled the amber liquid, the ice clinking loudly in
eps until he was standing t
carrying perfectly. "But are you really going to wage war on your own
He lunged forward and grabbed J
ed shriek. She grabbed Cason
" she cried, tears st
s shoulder, his eyes fixed on Chelsea's crying face. His expression was a
all sides. They grabbed Cason
d into chaos. Glasses
ason. She lowered her head and slipped bac
llway leading away from the party. She pushe
he splashed her face, washing away the fake tears. She looked
d for a pa
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