In the club, Abigail moved her hips, running her hands on her body moving rhythmically with the slow music in the room.
Blake wasn't alone in the room this time; he was with Marcus and another familiar guy whom she had once seen with them before.
They seemed to be celebrating something, with either of them having strippers seduce them, but Blake would rather choose to have her close to him than strip dancing today.
"You come over; what are you doing instead of staying beside BK," the guy called, glancing at Abigail.
Their gaze suddenly was fixated on Abigail, although Blake's eyes had been on her all through.
"You shouldn't interfere," Marcus whispered.
Abigail approached Blake as she had her seat before any of them could withdraw the other guy's command.
She settled on the couch cl
