Don’t Tell Me What To Do

Arthur's POV

The ride to the club was silent, and the only person who seemed to be excited was Anna, who couldn't help but talk about the party. I didn't blame her, though, she used any opportunity she had to rest to give herself time to recover from the work stress.

“You don't seem excited, what's the matter?” She asked Iris, who was quiet even while she spoke.

“It's nothing, I just haven't been to such kind of work celebrations before, what is it like?” She lied.

I knew the reason was because she didn't want to be at the party.

“Okay, it's normally fun. You get to see those who don't know how to take alcohol. You see then, for the real them, that's what I mean.” She giggled after her words.

“Okay,” that was her reply to my sister's words before resting her back on the chair.

She had been uncomfortable. However, I didn't regret bringing her here.

After about an hour, we got to the club which was solely booked for us.

The driver opened the door, so the ladies could get out of the ca