Inside the bar, Zyra quickly dove into her drinks. As she sipped, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her words turned into a drunken ramble. She clutched her bottle as tears shimmered in her eyes. "You know," she hiccuped, "Marcus is a complete disaster. How did I ever fall for him?"Yaslyn shot Tyler a glance and noticed a flicker of amusement in his gaze, prompting a frown from her.Zyra, swaying slightly, went on, "I'll never forgive him. Never. He hasn't even tried contacting me. It's obvious he's moved on... Oh, how I loathe him!"As she chuckled tipsily, a burly man, spotting her vulnerable state, sidled up to her with a sly grin. "Hey, beautiful," he drawled. "Looking for some company? Why don't we chat?"Zyra pulled away as his clammy fingers brushed her arm. "Don't touch me! Back off!"The man's attitude shifted swiftly. "Listen," he said with a malicious grin, "I'm offering you a drink. It's a courtesy, not a debt. Don't play hard to get!" He reeled his hand back, seemin
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