Chapter 13

Claire's posture was confused. She had one hand on her waist and her head was slightly cocked.

-Restaurant? He spat out the question, shooting fire from his eyes.

-Yeah. In fact, we're running late,” I agreed, trying to cut that off as quickly as possible. He looked me up and down, and I didn't know what he was thinking, but I felt naked, and not in an exciting way.

"Is it one night stand?" A replacement fuck? His tone was demanding, as if asking me for an explanation.

“Claire! - she was heard. I followed the sound, finding Clinton standing at the entrance to the venue, pupils dilated and a wolfish grin.

I turned to Chelsea, in her silver bodycon dress. Her hair was jet black and all of her screamed elegance and class. So, I returned my gaze to Claire. Her dress was red and her brown hair was in a high bun and very well arranged. If she didn't know what she was doing at the event, she would say that she could stand next to the black-haired girl and hardly anyone would know the differe