Chelsea
Inviting Bennet here was a mistake. I knew it as soon as he had pulled up in his shiny white convertible with his sister applying lipgloss in the front seat.
Neither of them belonged here, in a place like Cooks, but I had been glad they had come. At least in the beginning. I had been hooking up with Bennet on and off for a few months. It was nothing serious, and that suited me just fine. I had known him for years, ever since I had become friends with his sister Blair.
Who was also here.
Somewhere.
I let my eyes travel around the crowded room, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I could see Wicked, though. Sat with his regular group. With Cooks long time bartender firmly on his lap. He was nibbling on her bare shoulder as she made all the right noises with her eyes closed.
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