Gianna
I made a straight beeline for the bar. What the f**k was that? I was sitting right there. Didn’t he see that? And is this what happens every time Nico has an apparent ‘meeting’?
“I need something f*****g hard,” I hissed at my best friend, who was still at the bar.
“You came back fast,” Teresa raised a brow. She was already sipping on what seemed like Long Island iced tea.
“Couldn’t watch my husband getting a lap dance from Ms. Big t**s any longer,” I grumbled. “Let’s do shots, shall we? Let’s get f*****g drunk.”
“Are you sure?” Tess inquired, looking surprised. “You just got drunk yesterday.”
“I don’t care,” Teresa hooted and then pointed to the bartender.
“Dude…you heard her. Get us the damn shots!” she grinned, throwing her arms around my shoulder.
“And keep’em comi
