UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
I groan a little at the headache as I get up from the couch. Everyone’s passed out on the couch except Alexa. Where the hell is she?
I go to the kitchen, and she’s not there. I see her back at the balcony and open the door that leads to it.
“Wow,” I mutter and shut the door.
“You should come check this out. This is so beautiful,” Alexa says as she turns to look at me.
I look around the balcony and wonder how come I didn’t check this place. I climb down the steps and look at the two love seats here. Alexa leans on the railing, holding two coffees. She gives me one cup, and I take it.
“This is really beautiful. Gray’s like a fuckin’ God. Congrats again,” she tells me.
“Thank you.” I smile at her and drink the coffee.
“The ball is tomorrow. You know that, right?” she asks.
“God. I forgot. And Gray didn’t even remind me.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, and we’re gonna need new clothes. Shopping?”
“Shopping.”
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
That morning, we drive the guys to their houses as Alexa drives us to the store. My car is still at Gray’s, and I haven’t taken it yet. I pull out my phone and call Gray.
“Hey, babe.”
“Gray, why didn’t you tell me tomorrow was the ball?”
He sighs. “I don’t really know. Maybe I forgot. What are you doing?”
“Are you gonna be there?”
“Yeah, I have to go. If I’m allowed, I don’t want you to come.”
“Is that why you didn’t tell me? Alexa told me about it, and we’re on our way to the store to buy clothes.”
“What! Why the actual fuck would she do that?” Gray asks, and I roll my eyes.
“I wanna be there for you, with you, and I won’t let you be there alone—except you’re planning to take a slut with you,” I tell him.
He chuckles, and I can feel him nod.
“Alright. Don’t go too hot, or people will start an auction for you.”
“An auction for me?”
“Yeah. The highest bidder gets to dance with you. It’s like a fuckin’ game.”
“Hmm. And I like it.” I chuckle on the phone.
“Tinkerbell, really? You know I won’t let it happen, or I don’t mind being the highest bidder rather than letting one of these horny mobsters touch you in the name of dancing.”
“And what’s the fun in that?” I ask him, and he scoffs.
“Already told you. Don’t go all hottie.”
“Yes, boss. I will try.”
I kiss him through the phone and hang up.
“Damn. He told you about that stupid game. The girl’s boyfriend always makes a lot from it if she’s hot as fuck,” Alexa says.
“Wow. That’s crazy.”
“Yeah.”
Alexa looks at her ringing phone on the dashboard as she picks it up and puts it on loudspeaker since she’s driving.
“Alexa, speaking.”
“Shut up, bitch…” a voice speaks up as we both turn to look at each other. She looks at the dialer, and it’s not in her contacts.
“Who’s speaking?”
“So bad you can’t recognize the voice.”
“Reid…” we mutter at the same time.
“How the fuck did you get my number?”
I giggle and rest my hand on the window seal.
“Be appreciative that I called you,” he says.
“And I’m gonna hang up if you don’t tell me how you got my number and why the fuck you’re calling me.”
He huffs. “I want you to be my date for the ball.”
What the hell? No way!
Alexa looks at me, and I chuckle quietly.
“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear you.”
“Are you fucking serious? You want me to repeat that? What’s your shit?” Reid rambles on the phone.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
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