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he’s ever had, and his credibility because he is a walking contradiction. A liar.
    Patrick
    Ian
    Thad
    Casen
    Reece
    Evan
    Wesley

 

    I’m sitting at Jedi’s bar, again, on a Friday night, watching the news on the TV. The day after the Tribune broke the story about Thad Morrison, every news channel got their greedy hands on the video, and it already has over three million views of the g-rated version and close to two million on the “not for kids” version. Lauren, Thad’s client, has already found a new lawyer, and Thad has gone into hiding. His poor wife, though. For her, I do feel bad.
    I glance at my phone and the disappointing message that it contains. Trinity has to work late tonight, and can’t meet me here. She plans to move into her sister’s house this weekend, so I decided to come here on my own. I don’t want to lose the momentum I feel I gained with Casen last week. I left him with just a smidge of anticipation. I just hope I didn’t put him off too much.
    I don’t have to wait long for the answer as I turn in time to see Casen walk in, but this time he is alone, also. When he meets my stare, a smug grin appears and he starts to push is way past dozens of hopeful women. He looks like he has one goal in mind. His wide shoulders make it easy to part the crowd. With each step he takes, my body is filled with eagerness of what's to come. As he gets closer, his eyes rake over me, starting from my peep toe heels all the way up to my teal colored blouse that accentuates my breasts. My chest heaves up and down with each breath I take, and I’m purposely pushing my tits out so they appear bigger than they are. Last week, I was standoffish. That obviously didn’t deter him. This week, I will give just a little bit more.
    Damien nudges my hand aside, causing me to break eye contact with Casen. He sets another drink down without a word, and I don’t hesitate to pick it up and take a long sip not only to cool my heated body but to calm my anxiety. As he nears, memories flood me. Casen was the one I crushed on throughout high school. I walked into gym class as a freshman and was immediately enamored with him. I would have to say my intentions behind going out with his friend Ian during junior year were to get Casen’s attention. Who would have guessed accepting that date was a life changing decision? One that would alter my world forever.
    I feel my skin prickle and my stomach coil, alerting me to his proximity and rub my fingers along the rim of my glass. “Is this seat taken?” Casen’s deep, menacing voice asks. My breathing begins to even out as I look at the gentleman currently residing in the seat Casen is inquiring about.
    He’s got balls; I’ll give him that.
    Cocking my head to the side, I lift my glass up, seductively placing the straw on my tongue and taking a sip. His cool façade breaks as he swallows down the lump in his throat. Taking another taste, I secure my bottom lip before I speak, hoping to sound completely at ease. I motion to the occupied seat, “Looks like it is.”
    The man, who has his arm wrapped around a woman’s shoulders, his face, red with irritation, looks at Casen as though he has lost his mind. “We just fucking sat down, bro. Piss off.”
    I glance between the two men, obviously in some sort of standoff, and try not to laugh. He never wanted my attention in high school but he sure has been seeking it lately, huh?
    There must be a warning in Casen’s stare because the man stands up and grabs the woman’s hand, pulling her up, and they vacate their seats. Shifting away from the cocky bastard, I continue to sip my drink slowly and not mind him any attention. I’m going to make him work for it and try not to flinch if he so much as touches me. He slips in beside me, lifting a hand to let Damien know he wants to order before turning back to me. “Am I going to get your name tonight, beautiful?”
    I laugh.
    Really?
    “Not interested,” I state, trying not to let the