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“You saidtheycalled you Chaz. Who are they?”
“Oh, I got you. Everyone here,” he said, holding his arms out at his side with the blunt hanging from his lips.
I nodded, grinning around the rim of my bottle. I felt the alcohol in my blood. My skin was hot, and my cheeks flushed. I smiled for no reason, and my entire body was relaxed.
“So everyone here knows you, huh? You must be something.”
Was I flirting?
He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. “Oh, I’m something. You should try me out.”
I giggled and then snorted unattractively. Chaz laughed with me even though I was sure he was rethinking his choice.
I paused when I felt someone staring, and when I turned to see who it was, I glowered back at Koah.
He gawked back at me from across The Strip. His shoulders were tense, and his expression was heated. He didn’t want me there, but I no longer cared about what he wanted. I was having a great time and wasn’t about to let Koah Saint steal my joy.
I grinned in his direction and tipped my beer at him to let him know I saw him, and then I turned away and continued to flirt with the guy named Chaz. Koah was at my side within minutes, glaring down at me with his arms crossed. Chaz turned his way and nodded at him like they knew each other.
“Yo, what’s up, Saint,” he said.
“Get lost, Chaz,” Koah responded without taking his eyes off me.
I waited to see if Chaz would stay, but he didn’t. Instead, he nodded in my direction and walked away as if he didn’t have a set of balls. What was it about Koah Saint that scared everyone so severely? He didn’t scare me at all. Well, in the grocery store parking lot, he scared me a little, but I would never admit that out loud.
“What can I do for you, Saint?” I said his nickname with traces of disgust.
“From you? Not a fucking thing.”
I snorted, not giving a damn that he was a big dick.
“Good to know.”
He went quiet for a bit, making me turn to look at him.
“Why are you doing this to yourself, Tori?” he asked.
“Doing what?”
“Fucking around in places you have no business being.”
Who was he to tell me where I belonged? He knew nothing about me.
“Maybe I like it here.” I shrugged.
And I found that as I said the words, I meant them. I did like it at The Strip. The adrenaline. The sounds. The smells. It was freedom for me, and after living in the depths of despair for the past ten years, I felt like I deserved a bit of happiness and freedom.
He snickered and shook his head in annoyance before he moved closer. “Or maybe you came back for more of me,” he said.
I snorted ungracefully at his words. “I assure you, I want nothing from you,” I slurred.
Moving into his space, I ran a stiff finger across his chest and laughed.
His brows pulled down in confusion. “Are you drunk?”
It was a good question. Was I drunk?
“So what if I am?”
