It's a motherfucking friday for those asking.

I'm in my uptight bitch dress that goes just three or four inches below my butt cheeks, a prostitute's dress if they call it.

Someone could drop a pen and they'd be able to see Alladin's whole new world once I bend the fuck down. My heels are four inches up the floor and my hair is in a messed-up, come fuck me bun. I have no regrets.

This whole attention given to me by those stupid paparazzis just because I told the truth, contrary to the tiny speck of the same thing I want from Enoch-for him to look at me see me, to do something. It's clawing under my skin like parasites.

Did he really not remember me?

Was I just someone he somehow got a chapter of, but not of the whole book? Is that what they call it? A first love?

Maybe for me, but definitely not for him.

My head is spinning and so is my hips as I brush them up and down the man's crotch behind me. I don't have an idea of what I'm doing but I sure as hell know the alcohol is taking effect. The club is packed. I can smell both wolves and humans but I'm too drunk to differentiate both which is probably dangerous, but still.

The music is playing a vibrating music I can feel up my ass from how loud it's shaking the entire place. The head maid would kill me if she ever was alive to see me like this.

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But this is Werewolf Free City. No Alphas, No Omegas-aside from the monarchy who doesn't give a flying fuck-and their King who has no intention of sparing me a glance. No barriers or any social status. Heck, we're even mingling with humans -absolutely nothing is impossible.

The man humps me from behind as I twerk it all out. That tequila I've been downing since earlier has settled into my brain like a plague. "Damn, this girl is out of it!" The man yells at his friends and they all laugh.

Just then, something-someone grabs my wrist so hard I nearly faceplanted onto the floor with these heels. "Watch it, man!" I hear the man I'm dancing with loudly scream through the blasting music.

"Fuck off, Hardin." The man's familiar voice yells back. I immediately turn to see his angry eyes, annoyed he's ruined my

fun.

Oh fuck me.

It's him.

He's out of his black jacket and thin-strappedID but his neck tie is

In a club? What is he going to

pulling my wrist off of his grip. "You're fucking impossible, you know that?" He screams through the music and a frown crawls its way up my face. "What te fuck? You were the one interrupting my fun." I hiss back, trying

fun with

sleep with somebody else, I'd finally be able to forget about

once.

between his brows before releasing an exasperated breath. "Are you actually planning to

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forget about all that." I shrug, not caring a bit as

eyes widens as he begins to step forward and the next thing I knew, I'm being dragged byt the wrist again with that unrelenting grip as we

are killing me from rushing down the stairs like that,

expression. "I'm fucking out of work, you don't have the power to exercise on me around

hair, clearly frustrated now. Liam then pulls his necktie as he inhales a deep breath, he's turning a bit pink from anger.

as he screams, his

his face on his blazing eyes, on his ragged breath... his lips before taking one step closer. What am I doing? My boy is moving on

in on him. My mind is swirling with my

something to

knew it, with both hands, I pull Liam's face to me. I slam my lips onto him with so much

I really doing this? Aml making out with

then I'll be surrounded by wine bottles. I won't be here. Liam

begin to relax, his

the lead and my heated body needs some twisting gears to forget about the man that's been

man and you'd be with that bitch. I won't be

pushes me on a nearby wall, my back slamming against the concrete. My breathe is

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