Chapter 19.

 The cab parked in front of the bobbling club, and Hazel walked into it after paying him off, her ass swaying in a perfect sassy way that caught the attention of a few guys seated in the VIP section.  “Three shots of tequila, please,” she waved to the bartender, and he noted it after she took a seat.  Hazel buried her face in her palms as she kept sighing and huffing out frustratingly at how annoying the entire situation was.  The bartender presented her order and left afterward.  “Such a bastard!” she cursed as she gulped down the content in one go before reaching out for the other.  She downed it again, and this time, she gave herself some time to think about Armstrong.  “That bastard!” she gritted angrily while she randomly dug her nails into her hair and heaved at the image of his hands holding the lady’s waist.  “Oh shit! You have messed with me, Armstrong. You have fucking messed with me! I am going to get my cherry popped!” she screamed amidst the bobbling club, stealing