Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 93

Tonight, Fred had been drinking heavily, and with his anger boiling over, his eyes were bloodshot as he shoved Colin aside.

"Does Mr. Gilbert even know you're using his name to throw your weight around here? Get lost!"

"Whoa!"

Colin staggered, nearly falling to the ground. By the time he steadied himself and caught up, Fred had already stormed into the dressing room.

"Ah!"

Inside, several dancers were removing their makeup and changing clothes. The sight of a man barging in sent them into a frenzy of shrieks.

Fred ignored them, his eyes scanning the room. "Where's S? Tell her to come out for a toast!"

"S?"

Instinctively, their gazes shifted toward where Sherilyn was.

Sherilyn had already removed her makeup and wasn't wearing her mask. But, quick as a flash, she put it on the moment Fred burst in, making it all the easier for him to spot her.

"Ha ha!" Fred laughed heartily as he made his way toward Sherilyn. "So, you're here!"

straight, facing him. "Hello. Can

face, the sound of her voice and her

you know, the queen of the dance owes the top patron

Sherilyn had no objections.

she wasn't the one calling the

of her. "Mr. Miller, this is a ladies' area. Whatever it is, can we talk

in an instant. He grabbed Colin by the shoulder and jerked him away. "Fuck off! Don't push your luck. Do you believe I'll trash this place tonight?" With that, he reached for Sherilyn. His hand clasped around her

1/2

appeared in Fred's eyes. The smoothness of her

"Come with me!"

as he

lost

She struggled desperately.

stunned, then turned to glare at her.

you

but she

she fell to the

infuriated and feeling humiliated,

coming with me, whether you like it

"Ah..."