Page 115 of Twisted Truth

“Because . . . he’s a pervy control freeeak.” It takes me a minute to find my words.

“You said he was amazing.”

“He is . . . buuut . . . he’s also crazy about security. It’s unhealthy.”

“Then we’re definitely going clubbing.”

“Yes!” I teeter in my heels.

“Shit, why did we let her drink three glasses?” Zahra asks Lucy. “She’s shitfaced. She can’t go out like this.”

“Heeeey. You’re no fun.” I boop her on the nose.

“I’m just looking out for you. If people recognize you, you could have pictures and videos of you drunk surfacing all over the internet tomorrow.”

“It will be fiiiine.”

Stupid Rational Bitch pops into my head, telling me it will be far from fine, but I shut her down.

Yay for wine.

The line to the club is long, but Lucy fixes that by walking up to the bouncer and flirting with him. You’d think the man would be used to women trying to flirt their way into the club and he wouldn’t cave. But this is Queen Lucy and men can’t help but fall at her feet.

She waves to Zahra and me and we meet her at the front of the line. He pulls the red velvet rope aside for us, butpauses when it’s only halfway opened. He lifts a finger to his ear.

“Got it,” he says into his earpiece.

He reclasps the rope.

“Sorry, ladies. I can’t let you in.”

“What? Why?” Lucy demands.

“Orders.”

Jenkins shuffles uncomfortably next to me. It takes my drunk brain a minute to put the pieces together. I narrow my eyes at him.

“What did you doooo?”

My phone rings.

“It’s Asher,” I snarl, looking down at the name flashing across the screen.

“Why is he calling? It’s like three a.m. in London,” Lucy asks me.

“Like I said, control freak.” I swipe to answer the call. “Hellooooo, Asher.”

“Hello, Ella. I just got an interesting call from Jenkins.”

I glare at Jenkins. “Nark.”

“Let me be very clear, baby. You’re not going out clubbing while you’re drunk. I don’t care how mad at me you are.”

“You can’t control me.”

His dark chuckle sends warmth straight to my core. Damn him. “If Jenkins has to toss you over his shoulder to get you home, he’ll do it on my orders. And I’ll call every other club in the vicinity and tell them you’re not allowed inside if I have to.”

“You’re a dick.”