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