Chapter 10: The Last Round
Jenny
Ethan was drunk.
Slouched in the armchair, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dazed. The bottle of whiskey sat half-empty on the floor, his grip loose and lazy.
“You think you’re done with me?” he slurred, pointing at me. “No. I want you again.”
I stayed still on the couch, watching him. Tara looked at me from across the room. She didn’t say anything—just gave me a tiny nod. We’d planned this. So I stood slowly and walked over without a word.
“You want another round?” I asked.
He grinned, proud and stupid. “Damn right I do.”
I straddled him in the chair, grabbing his jaw roughly. “You think this makes you powerful?”
“I think it makes me lucky,” he muttered, his hands already on my hips.
“Keep your hands to yourself.”
He let out a groan, tipsy, but didn’t fig
