Irene’s pov “Stop acting 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 carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures 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 gggh 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, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c
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