Page 227 of Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)


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She takes out her phone and reads the address out. “That’s it. Gay and Lesbian bar. Kitty Cats.”

We both stay silent as we watch a few groups of girls and boys walk in.

“I wish I knew if she was in there,” Willow whispers.

“Yeah, I know, right. To be a fly on the wall.”

We continue to watch on as people pile in.

“Can you go in and see if she’s there?” she asks me.

“What?” I glance over at her.

“Can you just go in for five minutes and see if she’s there? Please.”

“What are you going to do while I’m in there?” I frown.

“Stay in the car. I’ll lock the doors.”

“And what are you going to do if she’s in there with someone else?”

“Break up with her.” She widens her eyes at me like I’m an idiot.

I scowl and cringe. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Will. I don’t want to leave you in the car.”

“You’ll be five minutes and the bouncers are right there. Nothing is going to happen to me. At least then I’ll know for sure.”

I think on it for a moment. How else will she find out if Lola is a snake? It’s not like they know any of the same people. She could cheat on her for another two years until Will is old enough to go out, if she’s that way inclined. I bite my thumbnail as I stare across the road.

“If I go in, I’m just going to do one lap of the club and that’s it. If I don’t see her, I’m coming out and we are leaving straight away.”

“Yeah, okay.” She says as she stares through the windscreen.

I glance over at her. “What do I do if I do see her with someone?”

Willow frowns. “Don’t let her see you. Just leave.” I bite my bottom lip as I think on it. “Fine. I’ll scope it out a bit.” We both stare out the front window at the club in front of us. “Are you going to lose your shit if she’s in there with her?”

She shrugs. “I’d rather know so I can break it off before she does.”

I exhale heavily. “Yeah, okay.” I grab my bag, take my phone out and grip it in my hand. “Call me if you need me. I’ll be five minutes… max.”

She smiles and hugs me. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Wait. What do I do if a girl cracks onto me?” I whisper.

She smirks. “Tell them you’re in love with my dad.” My mouth falls open.

She laughs softly. “I’m not stupid, Brell.”

I raise my eyebrows. “At least one of us isn’t” I sigh.

I have no idea what else to say, so I get out of the car, cross the road, and I walk up to the doorway.

“Fifteen pounds, thanks,” the doorman says flatly.

“Jeez,” I mutter. “Expensive.” I pull out my purse, pay the fee and walk into the club. It’s dark with a large dance floor in the middle. It’s completely packed, mostly with girls.

Jesus, this scene is alive and kicking.

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