I make my way into the backseat first, and when I turn to see who’s next to me, I don’t hide my grin.
“Don’t get any fucking ideas,” Mack says under his breath as Austen piles in next.
Chapter Thirteen
Jordan
I stare at Alex as he chats up some blonde by the bar. He’s grinning easily, flashing his teeth and just being his usual charming self. It’s fucking infuriating.
“You good?” Austen asks as he takes up a spot beside me.
“Shouldn’t I ask you that?” I say, my gaze not moving from Alex.
“I’m fine, and I wish everyone would stop fucking asking me.”
I consider telling him why we’re asking, because we heard him and Cameron fighting and they never fight, but I figure that’ll only stress him out more, so I keep my mouth shut.
“Fine. I’ll stop,” I grunt, taking a swig of my beer.
“Thank you,” he says, blowing out a sharp breath.
“You have a good weekend?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Good? I don’t know about that. Memorable, though? Definitely.”
Tell me about it.
“What are you fuckers doing?” Paul shouts when he reaches us, throwing his arms out wide.
I hold up my drink.
“That’s almost empty. Go get another one.” He pats me on the back, and I shake my head as I head for the bar, shoving right in behind the girl Alex is talking to andaccidentallybumping into her.
“I’m so sorry,” I say to her, trying to sound as genuine as possible.
She gives me a bright smile. “It’s okay.”
“Jordan…”
“Oh, hey, Alex. Didn’t see you there.”
He purses his lips, holding my gaze. I grin wider.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I ask her.
“Uh, sure. Rum and diet Coke, please.”
“You got it, sweetheart.” I wink, then turn to the bar to order the drinks. I feel Alex’s glare on my back and can’t help but smile as I wait for the drinks.
The bartender slides them to me and I pay before taking them, handing the rum and diet to the girl Alex is talking to. Now’s when I should head back over to Austen, but I don’t.
“So, Alex… How’s Brittany?” I ask.
His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn red. I don’t know what his plans were with this girl, but they’re ruined now. Did he actually think he could bring a girl back to the room to fuck while I sleep in the next bed?
Of course there is the chance he would go to her room, but I’m just going to pretend that isn’t a possibility because it suits my needs at the moment.
“She’s—”
