Sloane looked excited with the new information presented to her. “What a layer to add to the story! A drug dealer could be a fun twist. I should talk to my parents this weekend to see what’s going on in our circles...”

I had to make some quick moves to get people to move the way I wanted them to. Fallon was going to hate me, but what I did now was all for her.

“Sloane, why don’t you go and round up the important people for the afterparty and we get things started early? You can do more sleuthing, and we can continue this there.” I grabbed her by the waist and gave her a bland kiss I hoped Fallon could see through. Whether or not she hated me, I would be keeping her safe under the wing of my grandfather.

My kiss earned a giggle from the whiner, and she moved quickly to oblige me.

Alexander was hauling Fallon off in some random direction while looking at her like a hungry animal.

My night was fucked.

​Chapter 22

Fallon

I regretted sleeping with him.

Like I knew I would.

Whatever. I needed to find Kelly. Hearing those things about Shane needed to be cleared up–and quickly. She had only been gone for a few minutes, and I hoped she didn’t go far. That Alexander guy was following me as I made a break from the group and headed off in the direction I saw her go in.

This guy was a fucking creep. He was trying to undress me with his eyes the entire time and his eyes had a sinister undertone to them that said he’d do it whether I wanted my clothes to come off or not.

No, thank you.

There were many levels of drunk people around me while I pushed past them all to find the path Kelly may have taken. Maybe upstairs if they wanted to go somewhere to make out or hookup. Or do fucking drugs! I checked my peripheral to see if I’d lost Alexander in the crowd and almost fell over in relief to not see him near me. That was the last thing I needed–to be in a dark room and trapped alone with one of the wealthiest kids in the nation unafraid with the shield of his daddy’s money.

There were a lot of doors to check, but I started in on them anyway. She had to be here somewhere. Door one opened to reveal three people naked in the act, unaware that I even opened the door. Gross, and not Kelly. Door two was locked; I knocked for a response. Nothing. The next door was a few steps ahead, but someone came up quickly behind me.

“Blondie,” the voice whispered.

I didn’t know if I should be relieved it was him or not.