chapter one hundred and twenty-one

Josh POV

"Your little girlfriend just arrived," Shell says, passing by me and pointing to the entrance of the bar.

"Which one?" I chuckle, smoking a cigarette as I lean against the wall.

"The redhead," she replies with a shrug, seemingly uninterested.

"Anne?" I turn abruptly, seeing the girl holding a paper in her hand with a clearly sad expression.

Shell grabs a glass from the counter and goes to serve a guy who had just arrived too.

"I knew I'd find you here," Anne says after approaching.

"How did you know I was here?" I take a few steps back, surprised.

"I've been following you," she sits beside me and glares at Shell, "or rather, I've been following both of you."

"You made it pretty clear that our relationship wasn't exclusive, Anne. After all, you always liked being a stripper and showing off to other men," I respond firmly.

"Don't come at me with that now, you jerk, you broke my heart!" she says angrily, throwing the paper at me.

"Don't come at me either," I say, turning my back