Chapter 126. Her Discomfort Was My Opportunity

Chloe’s POV

Howling laughter and casual chatter spilled over me while I perched on the rail, watching Layla.

She looked bored and uncomfortable among the music and dancing.

Perfect.

Her discomfort was my opportunity.

Layla had everything I wanted—Ezra’s trust, attention, and heart. It simmered inside of me, a bitter pain I couldn’t shake.

Tonight I would make her pay. My plan was simple, drug her, set her up, take some photos, and send the pictures to Ezra. When I was done, he would see her as the mess I wanted him to think she was.

I melted away from the crowd, my shoes clicking against the deck as I walked to the bar. The bartender was busy, hardly glancing at me as I ordered two shots of tequila.

My fingers brushed the small vial in my pocket, my heart was racing, but my hands were steady. I poured the clear liquid into one of the shots and watched it dissolve. No one would even suspect.

I returned to Layla, wearing a b