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CHRISTY:

Vincent winked at me.

“I know you, do, Miss Christina. You’re worried for your husband.”

I was worried for my husband whom I didn't even see right now. My husband, who just disappeared like a smoke?

I folded my arms in front of my chest as the music continued. Some of the bouncers were cleaning our mess. Which I was thankful for.

“I’m not worried about him,” I denied, but Vincent was not buying it.

“You're looking for him. Do you want me to tell you where he has been?”

I was certain I hadn't noticed him going out. “I'm not interested. He can go wherever he wants. I'm not forcing him to stay by my side.”

“You're always looking for him. You're eyes…you cannot deny it, Miss Christina,” he added, with a knowing smile.

“Think whatever you want.”

My vision suddenly blurred as if the effect of alcohol was already starting to sink into my system.

I momentarily stopped and shook my head. I only had a few drinks and this was already the result? I would not get drunk like that.

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