CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
FREYA’S POV
There was something off about the drinks tonight. The fact that they were not hitting the right spots of my body as they should, proved that they had to be watered down. Unless my douchebag of a brother ordered them to do so. I wouldn’t put him past it especially since he had done multiple times before. The thought itself almost had me barging back to the room he was in but then I remembered I still needed my gun. All I had to do was behave for the next one or two hours, get my gun back and I can be as much of b***h to him as I can.
“And what, if I may ask, is this gorgeous lady drinking tonight?” I turned my head, my gaze meeting a rather tall, dark and handsome man, smiling rather seductively at me.
I let my gaze flit over his physique, noting he was qu
