It was laughable that she thought I would stoop as low as to take drugs. She really thought that little of me between that and how she treated me like a dog.

I pretended to pick some lint on my shirt to avoid her daggers for eyes. She thought of me as her property, too. We hooked up, sure.

But, babe? No way.

Swigging my whiskey from my flask, I tuned out whatever else she was going on about. That high pitched voice felt even more shrill when I simply didn’t care anymore. “Stop calling me babe.”

More whining. “I can’t help it!”

Considering she’s the one who told me our hookups were noncommittal, I should have known better before sticking my dick in crazy. She never minded what I did outside of her, but laying the stakes on me in public was far beyond ‘noncommittal’ if you asked me.

A sleek black dress and a face done up so much that it looked ready for the red carpet was calling to me. I excused myself while Sloane was distracted by some groupie fawning over her. The girl that I spent the night with pulled me in like a magnet. I was the moon that circled her.

And she looked just as gorgeous now as when she tried to make herself unattractive in stained sweatpants. I shook my head of the thoughts as Josh called out my name. Approaching her directly when I still wanted more was a dangerous game to play with the uproar that would be caused by the whiny little devil herself.

If she wanted to kill Fallon, she’d try.

“Josh,” I reciprocated his fist bump and checked out the group of guys prepping a pool table for a round of games. “What’s the wager tonight, boys?”

“Info we have on the families involved. Loser spills. We have whistleblowers here tonight and it’s going to make things interesting to say the least.” Blonde hair came into view after I heard him. Alexander Fitzgerald.

I hated that dude’s guts.

“Ah, a wager I can get in on. Though, I keep my hands clean...unlike some people.” I threw on my nonchalant face, scanning the group of guys to see who I got a rise out of.

Playing poker was fun. Threatening people was more so.

“Fuck yeah, man! That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s play ball–er, pool!” Josh was tipsy as shit, but he was here for a good time. His family was nowhere near wealthy anymore and was just happy to be here.

“Tell us, Vaughn,” Alexander said, “do you have any dirty details on that Garrett? None of the football team showed–like fucking cowards.” He downed his drink and threw the empty cup on the floor, spitting for emphasis. “My parents are looking for any and all minute details they can use to help the prosecution. High profile case and all.”