NovelOnlineChapter 0009 The lights flickering from one color to the other, the sweaty bodies packed tight on the dance floor of the bar wasn't what I looked forward to tonight. I just wanted peace and a sane night with my friends. During my drive here, Joel had called me, his voice barely visible over the loud thud of music in the bar. Will is also here." I had asked, "what?" For about three times before I finally heard him.
I met them in the private area, the space specifically hired for just the three of us.
It was the only place where we could talk and also partly feel the vibe thrumming in the bar.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI had my assistant send the file containing Grace's info to me. Now I turned the picture to face Joel. "You know her, right? You guys dated." Will butted in and whistled. "I remember her; she was that it girl you were shagging that time." He turned to me, "I did ask him if he'd like to share, you know." "Asshole," Joel chuckled and nodded at me. "Yeah, I know. But we didn't date. Just, you know," he wiggled his brows, a smug expression on his face, "Fuck buddies, friends with benefits. That sort of thing." "That's even hotter!" Will laughed.
"Shut up," Joel shook his head at Will. Then his expression turned solemn. tically, he placed a palm on his chest and closed his eyes, "My heart belongs to Sandra. By the way, she'll be back soon." Sandra was Joel's long-tfemale best friend and crush. They've both had a thing for each other since I had known the both of them. They might have hooked up once or twice, but they never made anything official before she traveled out of the country.
I shook my head and tucked my phone back in my pocket.
"So why'd you ask?" *So why'd you guys stop fucking?" Will and Joel asked at the stime.
Of course, I knew which question to answer. I took a sip of my wine, my gaze going over the twisting and sweating bodies on the dance floor, particularly the girls. If Bella wasn't back, I would've picked one of those girls and have a good twith them in a hotel.
"She owns a company. I offered an acquisition proposal and she flat out declined. Well, she and her partner." "Luxe Vogue, right? She used to talk about it. She has a really good eye for fashion." Joel looked atabove the rim of his wineglass and listened. Will, somehow, had a girl straddling him.
"I know. Now the partner is the issue. I suspect the partner might have been the one to decline the offer." As I spoke, I heard Will mutter something about going to the restroom.
"Then look up the partner," Joel suggested, the look on his face said how he thought the solution was pretty simple.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmChapter 0000 +25 BONUS "You think I haven't?" I took another sip of the wine. "I have, man. There's nothing about the partner on the net. Smysterious shit." Joel's lips formed an 0.
"You still in contact with her?" He kissed his teeth, "Barely. We ended things a long tago. But I can still reach her though. She's cool, I'm sure I can set up a meeting with you and her." I shifted to the edge of my seat. "That will be great."
"Who I'd like to set up a meeting with is that hottie right there," Will had a huge grin on his face as he climbed up the stairs and painted downstairs. His shirt was now unbuttoned, showing the tanned skin underneath and his belt was nowhere to be found. I rolled my eyes. "You've just got off sslut; would you relax?" He threwa smirk, "I can't relax when I see hotties like that- Goddammit!" He broke off and went to the railing. "Mark?" I frowned at his back. His voice was tinged with that mischievousness of his. Before I could let out a coherent 'what' he rushed to my side and pulledto where he had been standing.
"My God. Isn't that goddess right there your wife?" His head whipped between my face and the dance floor, and I saw him lick his lips' in my peripheral vision. He looked at the lady on the spotlight like he was hypnotized, "If not, then I'll be damned if I don't share her bed tonight."
I looked closely, squinting at the willowy figure rubbing against the crotch of sguy Hen butt was fine the clad in the tiniest skirt, her top clung clad in to the top half of her body, and her long legs and heeled feet left little to the imagination. My heart skipped a beat just as a memory flashed. The lady with the head-turning smell at the airport.
"Holy shit!" I muttered. Without another word, I pushed Will aside and raced down the stairs.
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