Seducing My Ex's Father In Law by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 544

Judy's POV

"There you are! Come on, you need to catch up," Irene said as she placed another shot in front of me. I sat at the bar and took the shot, wincing at the sting as it hit my throat. She chuckled at my expression before taking another shot herself. "God, I hate these parties," she started to slur.

"Charity events?" I asked her, kind of surprised. These parties were in her element; I thought she loved dressing up and meeting up with other rich people.

"Anything that has to do with stuck up rich assholes," she muttered, taking a sip of her wine and rolling her eyes. "I always hated this kind of thing."

"I never knew that," I told her. I felt the buzz of the alcohol making my head a bit cloudy. I looked around at my surroundings and saw how gorgeous everybody was; they were all mingling among themselves and laughing at stuff that probably wasn't even all that funny.

My eyes found Gavin on the other side of the room, Rachel by his side. They were speaking to a few men in suits, men I didn't recognize, but they looked as if they were all old friends... including Rachel. She was laughing at their chokes and putting her hand on their arms as she spoke, making the men blush and chuckle. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; and the fact that Gavin just stood there and didn't do anything about it for some reason annoyed me even more.

Like if he was going to be in a relationship with a woman, at least act like it.

I turned away from him before he caught me staring. Irene noticed the expression on my face and glanced over at her father.

the hundredth time. "Take another shot with me and

round; the bartender stared between the two of us for a moment, hesitating about pouring another round of shots. But Irene pulled out a giant wad of cash and slammed it on the counter, making his eyes widen. Without a word, he poured the shots and slid

walked away. She raised her glass to

she cheered a bit too loudly,

having an effect

one going down

was feeling

a bit louder than usual, but she

agreed, pulling me off the bar stool and towards

dancing we

of event, or the music being played. But in our

We laughed until

the chicken dance

ballet moves and then attempted a split, which landed

that we didn't even notice that half the audience was watching us. Most of them looked horrified, but at the moment, neither Irene nor I