CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
“All the drinks are on me tonight,” Reagan announced breaking our stare.
He tapped Ryan on the shoulder, walking past us, going ahead to hug Elisa. Even with a smile on, something about him had shifted. Ryan winged his arm on my waist, leaning down to whisper, “With a kiss like that, I’m not sure we are going to make it to our first date,”
A blush crept up my face as I whispered back,” Be patient pretty boy. We still have a whole night ahead of us,”
He smirked as he tagged me forwards to where Reagan and Elisa were heading towards a reserved, exclusive dark blue seven seater, L-shaped comfy couch at the end of the club, higher up in the dais. Perks of being married to a popular figure. Even the service was much better but I did not miss how some waitresses
