JASON'S POV
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Someone grabs my shoulder, pressing an ice pack to my knuckles. "That looks sore," my gaze lifts to the unrecognizable blonde in front of me and I pull my bruised hand away, "And you are?" I glare at her, "Nicole, I just got here and saw your little brawl," her shoulders raise as excitement flashes through her eyes. I slowly nod, closing and opening my hand. She leans to the side, putting the ice pack down and I quickly look back, not seeing Mark or Mallery and before I could turn, Nicole taps my shoulder. I look back at her with raised brows, "This is the part where you tell me your name," she bats her extremely long lashes at me, twirling her hair around her finger. "I have a mate and I...", "It's not like I'm asking you out, yet." she winks and bile rises in my throat.
