CHAPTER 19

Harold's POV.

“So, I walked up to her and told her my name. And you know what she did?” Jason, one of my associates asked, an amused expression taking over his boastful one.

“What?” Vincent, another of my associates asked, arching one of his full brows at him.

“She slipped her card into my breast pocket and asked me to give her a call. The next thing I saw was her walking away and shaking those firm buttocks of hers.” He boasted, a toothy grin accompanying his words.

I shared a glance with Damien and we shook our heads, both of us silently agreeing that the dude was gone. Sex was going to be his death. That was very certain.

Damien had suggested we met up with the clique since I had always used the excuse of work to cover up. So, here we were hanging out together at a Vincent bar and sipping champagne.

“The lady needs some of this.” Jason pointed at his toned muscles, his hands going ahead to reveal the packs beneath his shirt. I groaned and shook my head at him.

“So, did you call her