CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

I shouldn't be here.

For once, I regret making a hasty decision based on foolishness and curiosity. These are not some college boys looking for some barbaric entertainment. The men in the room scream power and sophistication, and I've learned recently that they are the ones girls like me should stay far away from.

I open my mouth to tell Kaito that I've changed my mind and that it would maybe be best if he takes me home instead, when one of the fine gentlemen approaches us, a frown deeply etched between his eyebrows. He doesn't even look in my direction, instead talking only to Kaito in Japanese, to which Kaito calmly replies.

The man's frown deepens at whatever Kaito says and promptly turns around without even glancing at me. Not that I mind either, the look in his eyes was pissed and I do not wish the be the recipient of it.

Kaito, however, is cool as ice sipping on his beer like he owns the place. Yet, he is the youngest man there.

"Should we go?" I ask hesitantly. I cert