POWERLESS
As if on cue, my phone vibrated inside my purse.
Again.
Orbot.
A long list of missed calls filled my screen, my jaw tightening at the persistence.
Damn him.
With a decisive tap, I switched on flight mode.
By the time the bar pulsed with neon lights, pounding music, and a sea of moving bodies, I was grateful my dress fit the club scene—tight but not too tight, with a high slit running up my thigh. My curls were slicked back into a high ponytail.
Candice, on the other hand, had disappeared—now perched on some guy’s lap, giggling a little too loudly.
Hot Chapters