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!"

him. "Hello. Can I help you

of her voice and her poised figure, so close, made her

the top patron a toast. You can't break the

Sherilyn had no objections.

the one calling

himself in front of her. "Mr. Miller, this is a ladies' area. Whatever it is,

Colin by the shoulder and jerked him away. "Fuck off! Don't push your luck. Do you believe I'll trash this place tonight?"

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a wicked glint appeared in Fred's eyes. The smoothness of her skin let him know what true

"Come with me!"

tightened as he

No!" Yet, Sherilyn lost control.

She struggled desperately.

to glare at her. "How dare you yell at

told you

but she

struggle, she fell

feeling humiliated,

with me, whether you

"Ah..."