“My middle name’s Tyler,” he said, pouring a couple fingers of brown liquor into one of the glasses on the table. I knew that voice. What’s his name!?”
The shaggy-haired man glanced at me and gave me a brief once-over before leaning away from us and whistling. “We didn’t confiscate the gun. Yo! I envisioned all five members of my security lying dead on the floor or being held hostage, waiting for me to make a move. Her hair was dark pink and shaved on the sides while the remainder was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wasn’t supposed to be standing in my vacation home-turned-drug den. “A party,” Chloe said. “John,” I said. Cabinet doors were haphazardly open, and their contents spilled on the floor. I wanted to grill her for information and find out what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t just do that in front of all these people… especially when she looked so confused. What’s his name!?”
The shaggy-haired man glanced at me and gave me a brief once-over before leaning away from us and whistling. “How long do you think it’ll take them?” Emily asked, joining me beside the door. My eyes immediately tracked to the exposed flesh, and I unconsciously licked my lips. “Don’t worry about her.
