Irene’s POV "Irene," he called. “Now, don’t act dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall. “Are you drunk?” He asked. “Come on, set the centerpieces here, Mia, hurry," Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door. I was on the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand. Even if Mom lectured me about it, I was still sipping it. My bachelorette party was in a few days, and Mom, Layla, and some of her friends from the club were excited about it, decorating my apartment and all. Mom wanted me to have it at our house, but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment. Something about it being part of my last memories as a single lady, so it had to be my own way. “No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as I took in his thick voice. This man. I didn’t like the effect he had on me. I didn’t hate it either. “Oh ok. Just wanted to—“ “Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing
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