Greta’s POV
“Wow! I am thoroughly enjoying myself,” I shouted above the music so that Averi, who was sitting beside me, could hear me.
“I told you,” she said grinning.
Dylan was the reason I never went to the club with my friends. He was always going on and on about mingling with strange boys who were only after getting between my thighs.
I felt free without a care in the world. It was either the alcohol in my system or the excitement trying to overwhelm me but I felt good.
I had pulled all the tricks I knew to get to the club without Dylan or Demien breathing down my neck.
I had gone to my room after I left Dylan's room and thought of how best to leave the house without them noticing. I knew they were going to notice eventually but not immediately.
Demien brought me snacks wit
