#Chapter 57 – Tequila Afternoon

That afternoon, I have a lot more fun than I’ve had in a long time. Perhaps made even more fun by the knowledge that when I get home, Kent is going to kill me. So, I’d better live it up while I can. “Another!” I call to the bartender, raising my hand to get his attention. Ivan laughs at me, pulling my hand down. “You know you don’t have to do that, right? He’s been keeping an eye on you all afternoon. There’s no way he’s not going to notice when your drink is empty.” A few hours ago, in the car, I had asked Ivan to take me somewhere Kent wouldn’t easily find us. He’d smirked and told me he had just the place, driving me across the city to the bad part of town. Then, he’d parked his sparkling Ferrari in front of a decrepit dive bar. I’d been hesitant at first but he’d taken my hand, telling me to trust him, and pulled me inside. I’d understood the minute we stepped in the door and my eyes adjusted to the light. With deep red booths ringing the walls and a meticulously polished