Chase’s next punch hit him on his cheek, a jet of blood firing from his mouth onto Chase’s hands and his white shirt. Chase looked down at his own shirt in anger.“I’m gonna kill you for this,” Chase roared. This is really bad. My mind drifted back to half an hour earlier.. *** I had come to my dad’s club this evening with my best friend, Carrie, to grab a drink and some cash I needed for shopping. While I was talking with the receptionist, man came very close to me, sidling up behind me and definitely in my space. “Hey, gorgeous. Wassup?” He brought his face so close that I felt his hot breath touching my cheek—and I couldn’t help but turn away at the smell of vodka. Jerk. I was used to drunken jerks at the club, even at this early hour of the evening, and I ignored him, not wanting to make a scene. He was either too drunk or too stupid to hit on me in my dad’s club. With a shake of my head, I moved away from him and continued talking with the receptionist, Tina.
