Chapter 88

Arrick rarely drinks the stuff and only keeps it for social visits. I guess he suddenly feels he needs one right now, and Natasha looks equally surprised at his suggestion. I am too. It’s not like him to hit the booze when his life is crumbling before his eyes.

Oh, wait… that’s probably because his life has never unraveled at his feet like mine has. After all, he is in far too much calm control to let that happen, right?

At least she’s no longer trying to become my soul sister and asking me for fashion tips.

For the love of God.

“Umm, sure.” She giggles nervously, and it’s only now I see she’s more dressed up than normal and wearing heavier makeup. A peek at her shoes tells me she didn’t just pop by on the off chance to see him and is wearing something high and sexy that even I would approve of. She planned on coming here, dolled up and doe-eyed, to try and talk him into taking her back.

My nerves fray, my temper on edge, and I scan her over one more ti