Chapter 5 (Part 1)

“You must be joking. You never owned a club.”

Despite the strong punch of embarrassment I feel deep in my guts, I still force myself to play it cool.

There's no way that Bryce will ever be allowed to witness me in my other versions. He's only allowed to witness the fierce version of me. The version of me that he can't read; the version of me that he had known for years.

He's my competition. He has always been my competition. It has to stay that way.

“Woman, do I look like joking to you? Am I laughing? Did I even utter something funny? No, right?” He smirks at me. And even if the whole club is only lit by the playful colorful lights, I can see every inch of his lips and the boastful attack it tends to hit me. “It's been years, Aurella. Do you think that you're still aware of everything?” I remain on my ground. He's not deserving of the words that come out of my mouth. “Everything has changed. For me, and for you too.” I don't like the way he's speaking. The tone he's using sounds like