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You’d think it would end there, that the sheer contempt of my words would stop the idiot in his pursuit. I think it’s ending there, which is why I’m able to smile up at Patrick when he opens the door for me and I walk back into Myth.
At this point, my first concern is calling someone to help with my car, but unfortunately, I don’t know any mechanics who can help.
If I were in Georgia, I would call my dad to come help me figure this situation out, but unfortunately, life doesn’t always work out that easy.
Thankfully, I’m a big girl now and can handle myself.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I scroll the internet to find the closest tow service. Hitting their phone number, I put the phone to my ear.
I think it’s ringing, and I think that someone answers.
The only problem is that the music in the club is too loud for me to know for sure.
Needing a place where it’s quiet, I approach the bar and wave down Harrison in hopes he’ll let me into the back room or Granger’s office to finish this call.
The club is crowded now that a few hours have passed, and I’m getting jostled by people on either side of me as Harrison holds up a finger to tell me he’ll be a second.
Nodding my head to let him know I’ll wait, I get bumped from behind, my chest hitting hard against the bar rail.
A hand lands on my shoulder to pull me back, and I spin in place to meet eyes with Jackass again.
“What is your problem?”
I shout over the crowd to be heard, the annoyance in my voice obviously missed. He grins instead of running the hell away like I want him to.
Jackass leans my direction, and my patience with him snaps. I immediately move to get away from him, shouldering past a group of women to my left. They shout at me for rudely pushing through them, but I don’t give it a second thought. I’m moving as fast as possible to escape an idiot who can’t take a hint.
Continuing forward, I’m almost at the end of the bar when a man about my height spins around with four drafts in his hands. The chilled mugs are precariously balanced in his hold, his mouth opening on a warning when two slip free in my direction.
Beer splashes down my T-shirt, soaks into my jeans, and is a cold puddle forming over my shoes, my anxiety now rocketing to such a height that I wouldn’t be surprised if my face is crimson red and there’s steam rising from my hair.
Why does this keep happening to me?
Glancing back up, I growl at the man who is now two beers short. I turn away from him to come face to face with Jackass again.
His blue eyes hold mine for only a second but then travel down my body, his expression changing as he looks up and smiles.
“Holy shit! You’re right. I do know you. I remember now.”
It’s enough to make me scream.
Of course, he remembers me like this.
I’m always wet when he comes close…
Or whatever it was he said to me that night.
He can fuck right off.
Not waiting for Harrison’s permission, I storm off in the direction of Granger’s office, shoving through the crowd of bodies with Jackass fast on my heels.
I reach the door in record time, ignoring all the people cussing me out for moving them out of my way without their permission. Fuck them. They aren’t the ones covered in beer, with a broken-down car, and a jackass chasing in hot pursuit who only remembers them when they’re taking part in yet another unwanted wet T-shirt contest.
Without any clue if Jackass is still behind me, I slam the door, hoping it was in his face and with enough force that it broke his nose in the process.
Silence descends.
Well, not complete silence. There is still the muted thump of music outside the office. But it’s enough silence that I can make a phone call and get a tow truck to come out and save me from this horrible night.
