Chapter 162

KADE’S POV I’d imagined seeing Natasha again a thousand times. None of those times involved running into her at a fucking strip club. The anger I carried around towards her took a backseat to the shock reverberating through me. Her eyes wide, Natasha gasped, “Oh my God, Kade!” Lance leaned back in his chair. “Yo, Kade, you know the stripper?” I ignored him. He had both hands on Dizzy’s breasts and was more occupied by her ass on his dick than anything else around him. “What the fuck?” I yelled over the loud music, glaring at Natasha. Her lips—an ungodly shade of red—quivered, and her eyes watered. “Can we talk, please?” “We’re talking,” I said coldly. She shook her head. “In private.” I laughed harshly. “Really, Natasha? You think now is a good time to play another one of your shitty games?” She shook her head. “No, it’s just that…” Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly moved to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She started swaying her hips to the beat of the music blasting thro