No. Fuck no.
Sweat misted my palms. I tossed back my drink without tasting it.
I did not like Jules. Half our fucks were hate fucks. They were hot, but just because I liked fucking her didn’t mean I wanted anything else from her.
So what if she wasn’t as terrible as I originally envisioned? She was still her.
Infuriating, snarky, a pain in my fucking ass…and loyal. Passionate. So beautiful sometimes it hurt to look at her.
What would I do in a world where Jules didn’t exist? I wouldn’t burn it down, but…
Fuck, why was it so hot in here?
My phone vibrated with an incoming call. I answered it, relieved for the distraction. I would take a hundred telemarketers over my wildly disturbing thoughts.
“Hello?” I didn’t recognize the number, but it contained Eldorra’s country code. Maybe it was the palace or something.
“Hey, it’s me,” Ava said. She sounded subdued.
“What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be at the club right now?”
My short-lived relief at the distraction faded when she explained her situation. God motherfucking dammit. I’d wanted more excitement earlier, but I should’ve fucking clarified, because this was not what I had in mind. “Okay. I’ll be right there…no. We’ll talk about it later.”
Alex’s brows formed a deep V as he listened to my end of the call.
“What’s wrong?” he asked after I hung up.
“It’s Ava and the girls.” I stood and shrugged on my jacket, already halfway out the door. “They got arrested.”