CHAPTER 10
He had no time to react before Juliet stepped out of the car, making her way to the club in small, quick steps. Huffing, he locked up the car, hurrying after her. This woman really knew how to push the right buttons just to piss him off. Why was he even letting her get to him every single time?
“You hate me babe, then I’m glad that’s something we have in common,” he muttered arrogantly the moment he caught up with her.
Low hip-hop music was playing in the background in the club and amidst the small crowd, it was quite easy to locate Vicky. She was at the counter, completely drunk out of her mind while blabbering to the poor bartender.
“Men are douche-douchebag-bags. Of course, I ain’t talking about you,” She stuttered drunkenly.
“Yeah. You’ve said that for that
