Chapter 17

Seth POV

I was sitting in a private room at the bar, feeling down, on the sofa. I had a cigarette between my slender fingertips and my long legs crossed together, giving off an air of elegance and nobility.

The waitress who was pouring drinks couldn't help but glance at me several times, her cheeks blushing shyly.

"Don't look, my brother is taken," Shawn joked, "but you can consider me, although I'm not as handsome as him, but I am rich."

"And stupid," Wesley added.

"Get lost," Shawn cursed.

"Oh, you dare to curse at me," Wesley threatened, grabbing Shawn's collar.

"I was just kidding," Shawn quickly surrendered.

The waitress looked at us, and I ignored the two fools fighting next to me, smiling at her and nodding to indicate that she could leave. She then smiled and moved to the side.

"So noisy," I impatiently glared at the two brothers.

Erik laughed and said, "Seth, that little girl moved out. You should be happy, since you don't like her anyway."

I furrowed my brows.

Yes, I should