Landon's POV
{Bar - 5:30 P.M}
A few hours ago, I saw Kelsey's message:
"Heading out with Kate and Cameron for a couple of drinks (dance emojis, wink emojis and a glass of champagne emojis), don't worry, I'm not drinking!"
A lie wrapped in emojis. Classic Kelsey.
Not that I was worried about her. I was worried about the snake slithering beside her... Kate. That woman has one goal in life: to corrupt Kelsey one cocktail at a time.
And right now, Kelsey is drunk. Correction... she's pole dancing. Or at least trying to. She's swaying like a leaf in a windstorm, gripping that thing like it's a life preserver. I don't know whether to laugh or start shooting.
My jaw clenched.
If she wanted to dance, she should've done it for my eyes only... not for a crowd of slack-jawed strangers treating her like tonight's entertainment.
Her arms were around my neck now, and the scent of tequila hit me like a punch to the face.
Perfect. She's unconscious. Finally.
