Chapter 16
Seth POV
In the bar. The air was filled with a faint lingering scent of crisp tobacco and alcohol. I was in a private room, sitting dejectedly on a sofa with two slender fingers holding a cigarette, and my legs crossed over each other in a careless manner, yet exuding an air of aristocratic elegance.
The female waitress serving drinks couldn't help but glance at me several times, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Don't look," Shawn joked. "He is taken."
"And you are insane," Wesley added.
"Get out," Shawn cursed.
"Oh, you dared to fight me?" Wesley threatened, tightening his grip on Shawn's neck.
"I was just joking," Shawn quickly made a surrendering gesture.
The waitress looked at us, and I ignored the two who were fighting, and smiled and nodded to her to indica
