(Lysander’s POV)
“Wooohhh! Let’s party!”
The sound of people cheering and dancing filled my ears. The club music is ringing my eardrums, while the whiskey burns as it slides down my throat. But that didn’t stop me from drinking. I didn’t even slow down. I drank it like water.
I let it flood my system, dulling the mixture of rage and betrayal I’m feeling inside.
“Woooohh!”
Loud music pounds through the club as women surround me. Their hands are trailing over my arms, and their bodies are pressing against mine. One is straddling my lap, while her fingers are tracing lazy circles over my chest.
I looked at her with blurred vision.
“Lysander,” she purred, leaning in, her breath hot against my neck. I can feel her pressing her boobs to me.
I didn’t react. I could barely hear her.
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