CHAPTER 122

TITUS

Ivana Lawson reached back and grasped my forearm firmly, shoving my arm away from her like I was fire and she was gasoline. “I mind you touching me,” she replied. “What’s takin’ so long?” she yelled to the bartender.

“Chill out, Ivana,” I murmured, moving closer to her and meeting the bartender’s eyes. “Can you hurry with that, babe?”

She nodded and within two seconds, a cocktail glass full of perfectly red-pink liquid was placed in front of us.

“That’s—”

“And a bottle of Budweiser, thanks,” I demanded before she said the price. “Put it on my tab.”

“I can pay for my own drink,” Ivana argued, her eyes sparking with defiance.

“Sure you can, but that don’t mean you’re gonna.”

“It means I will.” She riffled in her purse and slammed a ten into my chest. “Thank you, Titus, but no thank you.”

I took the crisp bill from her hand and crumpled it up, crooking my finger in the collar of her dress. She gaped at me in disbelief as I pulled the fabric from her body and dropped the balled-up n