Nolan POV
The night air hits me as I step outside the club, cold and sobering. I should feel guilty, I should call Jasper and tell him to forget the whole thing.
But I don't.
Instead, I head to my car and drive home a lingering happiness blooming in my heart.
Call me wicked but I don't care. After years of competing with Hayes, I can't let him defeat me.
I have sacrificed a lot to beat him, I won't sit by and watch him shine while everyone else sees me inferior.
I should probably call an Uber, but I'm not that drunk, just buzzed enough to make bad decisions seem reasonable.
By the time I pull into my building's parking garage, it's past midnight. I take the elevator up to my floor, already mentally preparing for the inevitable drama that's about to unravel during rehearsals.
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