Chapter 65

• ~Foxy~
• I promised my father I would never do these parties again, yet here I am, lowering my standards for a quick buck. Good thing it pays well because this is not something I ever want to have to do on a regular basis. If Damon knew, he’d freak out.
• Once the other girls and I arrive at the party, we walk into a mansion bigger than the Alpha’s. The estate is old and has a classic charm. When we make it to the living room that overlooks a huge backyard, there’s music booming and men acting like a bunch of Neanderthals, doing bear bongs next to a huge keg. I guess money doesn’t buy class. They want us to dress classy but are acting like a bunch of frat boys.