her newly acquired "high-society knowledge" to Chas
ept flicking to the rearview mirro
ing the city lights streak by. She had sealed herse
her voice. She leaned closer to him, her chatter growing lo
he glittering entrance of The Laurel Club, a kn
Chase tossed him the keys and a hundred
oor for Kayla, who emerged like a pri
ntrance, leaving Chloe be
ed open he
he music was a physical punch, the air thick w
ir eyes sliding from Chase to Kay
e announced, his arm possessively around
nt accessory. She didn't care. Her eyes scanned the cro
sn't
tment washed over her. T
ng down. She couldn't rely on an
lding out a glass of champagne. "What are you doing standing here all
," Chloe said,
the glass from Chase's hand, took a large sip, and looked at
es. Murmuring an excuse about the restro
aking in the layout, searching for a q
she ran into Blake Stone, one of Chase's clos
his voice full of genuine conce
n Chloe's mind. S
feel. She looked down, her posture a study in fr
protective sympathy. "Forget Chase. Let me
pered, letting h
and Kayla were watching, and Kayla's fac
rf
w them. Blake awkwardly tried to com
She was just buying t
n't ta
er face contorted with rage, a re
ugh the night air. "Have you no shame? The moment Chas
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