Chapter 0012
I answered before I could think about it. “It’s in the fourth drawer on the left in your walk in closet.”
As soon as I said it, I wished I could have the words back Silly heart, thinking he might want me back!
What was I to him? Nothing but a servant who knew where things were located in his room.
Not wanting to be a part of this circus anymore, I hung up the phone. He likely only heard a click from his end, but 1 hung it up so fiercely that it shook the ringer inside the phone, making the whole thing chime with the force of
my slam
It had been so loud that Cathy turned her head.
“I take it that was Lucian?”
When I approached her side, she’d popped the cork out of the wine bottle. I helped by grabbing two glasses down
from the cabinet above.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I told her.
She nodded grimly. “Men are all fools. And women who get caught up on those fools are even worse.”
“Agreed,” I said, hating myself a little.
Cathy laughed then. “Sometimes, though, life could use a little foolishness.”
She poured us each a glass, then, returned to the cork to the bottle and set it to the side.
“What are you getting at?” I asked.
She looked at me, mischief in her eyes. “Lucian was a dud, but he’s not the only fish in the pond. Why not try other guys?”
Those words sparked a night on the town. Cathy lent me a sexy dress and we ordered a cab to a bar.
The bar was already getting lively, even though it
was just setting up in the comer, with a concernly early evening by the time we arrived. A live musician
to start.
I’d heard of this place, though I’d never been. It was a hole–in–the–wall type of establishment that had developed. a good reputation among the common people. No nobles were going to walk in through those doors,
Because of that, most of the people in here didn’t recognize me as Lama.
In fact, I wasn’t sure if anyone did, other than Cathy. When the men looked at me, It seemed to be with interest and desire, not with distain and pity. This was something hadn’t experienced since marrying Luclan.
There was a group of rowdy she wolves packed at the corner of the bar. They were screaming and hollering, like they were trying to get someone’s attention.
A man pushed through them. I recognized him.
Jasper Voss, a distant relative of Lucian,
An Alpha, he was a picture of careless handsomeness, looking like he walked out of a magazine but didn’t put too much effort into it.
He seemed exasperated by the attention of the she wolves and looked across the bar as if searching for an escape.
Then he spotted me.
1 lanew by the spark in his eyes that he recognized me at once.
A saunter returning to his step, he made his way over to me. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with almost a purr in his voice. “Did our King finally let you out of the house?”
I tried to harden myself. Jasper’s reputation as a playboy preceded him. But I was also a little charmed. He had a way of making anyone feel comfortable, with that charming lilt in his voice and his easy smile of his
He reached for my hand, then, leaning, brought his lips to the back of my palm.
“Come sit at the bar with me,” Jasper said.
Under his spell, I found myself agreeing
“Aria,” snapped a cold male voice from the entrance of the bar.
Turning, I saw Lucian, his face steely, wearing an expensive black suit with his gray tie. A group of subordinates were around him, holding back the crowd to keep them from bumping into him.
He was so handsome the group of she–wolves who had been screaming for Jasper earlier were now all staring at him in awe.
“It’s King Lucian!”
“Why is he here?”
“God, this is the first time I’ve seen him up close…”
Some she–wolves tried to attract Lucian’s attention from a distance, but Lucian’s eyes were fixed on me–or more precisely, on the hand I was holding with Jasper…
“Aira,”
Lucian’s voice made the temperature in the room drop at least 20 degrees.
…“What are you doing?!”
