CHAPTER 42: MATE!

NICKOLAS

'Mate!' Asher growled, and I rudely pushed Zara, the blonde lady, over to the side.

'What do you mean by mate? How is it possible that our mate is here and I do not have time for this?' I took a deep breath. 'The last time you did this, I ended up with a woman who lied to me.'

'I didn't lie about our mate the last time... you were the one who chose the wrong bitch. But now, our friend is here. Can't you smell her?' Asher grimaced. 'She's so close.'

'Where?' I asked as my eyes scanned the room.

The bartender walked up to me and said, "Sir, you sent it to me. What would you like to have tonight?" he asked.

Not concentrating on him, "Vodka." I cleared my throat. "Two bottles of Vodka. No three."

The bartender stared at me confused. "Three?" he wanted to be sure.

"Correct."

He nodded his head and headed back to the counter, where he did his job.

'Nickolas! You haven't eaten, and you are orde