Chapter 23-Frozen

Savannah

The music is loud; I can feel the pulsing in my head as we enter.

Janelle has her arm looped around mine as she drags me towards Bill. Apparently, she knew the bouncer, so all she had to do was yell, “Hey, pussycat,” which made him grin and wink at her before gesturing for us to enter.

Why he's called “pussycat” is something I'm curious about, but hey, drinks are most important to me right now. After that talk in the car, Janelle had so many ways to turn this battle between Dominic and me into one that I would win.

I heard her, but right now, I want to forget the scene I saw in the living room. “Bill's up there,” she yells over the music. “Hold on to me.”

I nod again because the music pulsing in my brain is enough to give me a lifetime headache.

We maneuver our way through the grinding bodies—sweaty ones, I might add—to the VIP section. Once again, she grins at the bouncer, and voilà, we are in the VIP area.

It's quieter here; the red and blue lights add a sensual ambiance. Gi