Love, Vogue and the CEO
‘Well, I don’t mind if you land in my bed instead,’ she giggles.
‘Hailey, I think you’ve drunk too much. Let’s get you home,’ I say, trying and failing to lift her off my lap.
‘Fine!’ She pouts. ‘But we have to come out again for our birthdays, next weekend,’ she slurs.
‘Your birthdays?’ Ace asks.
‘Yeah. I’m twenty on Friday, and Hailey’s twenty-one on Saturday,’ I explain.
I loop my arm through Hailey’s and we leave La Nova tipsy. Ace pulls out his phone to tell his driver we’re ready.
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