Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I give him a nod, half-listenin', more interested in the whiskey in front of me and the pulsatin' rhythm of the music.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and Big King walks in, instantly gettin' the attention of everyone in the room. He pauses just inside the doorway, takin' in the scene with a look of disbelief. His gaze sweeps over the banner, the balloons, and the decorations that scream “farewell.”
“What the fuck?” he mutters under his breath, his eyes narrowin' as he read the banner hangin' above the dance floor. “Who the 'ell had the dumb idea of throwin' a going-away party?”