Chapter 1
Bellamy
"Can you see anything?" I struggled under Texas' weight as he peeked over the top of the brick wall surrounding the outside of Delilah's country mansion.
"Nothing yet. I don't see the girls. Are you sure they're here?" he replied.
"I thought Harlow said she'd be with the girls all night. Aren't bachelorette parties supposed to be like sleepovers? Painting nails and doing hair?" I pressed down with the soles of my feet until I heaved him up further. "Look again!"
"Whoa!" Texas teetered on my shoulders, one of his sneakers nearly slipping off, but I quickly adjusted and he found his footing, shooting me a dirty look as he gripped the top of the wall. "Watch it," he snapped.
"If you think all women do during bachelorette parties is braid hair and talk about boys, I think you're sorely mistaken.” A familiar voice came from the side.
I cursed again, and this time when I moved too fast, there was no chance to readjust. Texas came tumbling down and I fell to my knees as he landed on his back and rear.
"You scared the shit outta me!" I snapped as Grayson came walking around the side of the house with his eyebrows raised.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
Texas grunted as he stood up and brushed himself off, shooting me yet another dirty look, but I chose to ignore it as I, too, got off the ground.
He shrugged. "Well, I knew tonight was Harlow's big bachelorette party and when I went looking for you two, knowing that the Wiz Kid wouldn't be able to help himself, you weren't there. Of course, I figured you'd be here."
Texas narrowed his eyes on Grayson as the words slipped through his lips, but instead of saying anything about it directly, he turned around and muttered, "Stupid name," before slapping at his pants legs even harder.
I sighed. "Okay, yes, we were just stopping by to check on Harlow and make sure she’s okay."
Grayson's eyes glittered darkly with amusement and he shook his head. "Nice try," he said. "But I doubt that's the case. You wanted to know what she’s up to."
I shrugged. Sure, I missed her. She was my fiancée, too, after all. I always missed her and if tonight hadn't been her bachelorette party, I would have been at home, cuddling with her after a nice hot make-out session. I'd really rather be doing that than talking with him in the dirt outside some rich girl's house.
Grayson shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket, waving it at me as though that was supposed to tell me something. When I didn't reply and instead just put my hands on my sides and growled at him, he huffed out a breath. "I texted Lizzie," he said. "She's at theGlass Room."
"What the fuck is theGlass Room?" I demanded even as Texas straightened and whirled around, his eyes wide. I looked at him in confusion. "What?"
"We have to go!" he said sharply, rushing off. I stared after him.Where the hell did he think he was going? I had the keys!I turned back to Grayson as he struggled to maintain his composure.
"What's theGlass Room?" I repeated.
"It's a strip club," Grayson admitted.
I frowned. "Why would Harlow be at a strip club? She's not into women." I knew that for a fact. Hell, I was pretty sure we all did.
Grayson's smile looked painful as though he were in a silent struggle with himself. "Harlow's at her bachelorette party," Grayson said as though that had any significance on the name of the place. I scoffed and continued to stare at him. Finally, he gave in with a bubble of laughter. "It's amalestrip club."
My mouth dropped open as though my jaw had come unhinged.There was no way…Harlow wouldn't…butLizziewould.I spun around on my heel and followed the path that Texas had taken.
"I'll meet you there then?" Grayson called after me.
I didn't have time to stop and turn around and punch him. He should have told me that before. Harlow. At a strip club. Amalestrip club. God. I was probably going to go to jail tonight.