Chapter 80

• I walked to the bar counter and grabbed the car keys then left. We needed to talk. She needed to come clean and tell me what she hated about the kiss.
• Moments later, they walked out. They were engaged in an endless conversation. Dmitri's hand was snaked around her lean waist. He felt like he was some sort of a savior who would save the moment. He opened the door on the passenger seat for her but she declined. They both sank into the back seat and resumed conversing, making me look like their fucking chauffeur
• It was at that point I felt like canceling the party we were about to attend. If it were not that the politicians invited me, I couldn't have gone. No one could.