CHAPTER SIXTY

"Don't you think you've maybe had enough?" Phoebe asks me quietly, a frown on her perfect forehead.

I'm just starting to feel a buzz, so no, I do not think that I've had enough.

Raquel and her fucking cousin are now gyrating against each other on the dancefloor, rubbing it in my face that I am not in the company of Alessandro after he allegedly chose me over Raquel. I am the one that lost, and that doesn't sit well with me.

Maybe tomorrow when I'm completely sober I will think of this situation in a different light, but now I'm just pissed off.

And Alessandro knows it too.

He's sitting next to Dario and they seem to have a serious conversation, but every now and then his gaze slides over to my side and then to the two blondes in concern.

But it's not their lives he should be concerned about.

It's his dick.

Because as soon as I get the chance, there will be a knife going into his crotch.

"Maybe we should go home." Phoebe continues. "I can ask Trey if I can't get off a