POV: Adan Bradford
We were at the Club, El Flamingo, in New York City, as we had decided to enjoy ourselves a little bit before going back to Los Angeles the next day. Our flights had already been booked, and I couldn’t wait to leave this place soon enough. My only sadness was that it would take about a week before my Lamborghini was driven back to me.
Drinking alcohol was out of the question for me since Derek had had more than three bottles of wine just that night, and Mia was practically wasted, even though she chose not to agree with that fact.
I was just moving my body rhythmically as I sipped a glass of club soda while keeping an eye on both Derek and Mia. I didn’t know who was the manager anymore; me or Derek, because as far as I could tell, I had been the one driving and making
