"Wanna drink?"
"No."
Blake's arms wrapped tighter around her. "She's alright Harris so you can fuck off."
"Can I talk to you?" Ebony stepped in my view, her eyes zoned on Blake. "Now."
"No." He glared back at her. "You can fuck off too."
"Don't speak to me like that." Ebony's voice hardened. "We had an agreement, and right now you are breaking it."
"I'm touching Allie, get over it."
If he didn't move his hand, I was going to break.
"You and I both agreed, Blake. The whole point of a fucking agreement is to stick to it."
"You want me, Ebony, is that what you're telling me?" Blake let go of Allie and Allie moved closer to the bar, giving me a chance to get in between them.
Ebony and Blake went into a full-on conversation, but I was more focused on Allie.
"I'm sorry about this week." My eyes were locked on the side of her face while she ordered another drink.
"Don't worry about it."
"You see I am because it's upset you."
She rolled her eyes. "And what would give you that impression? Seriously, Zane, just leave it. I'm out with my friends, and you are out with yours."
Glancing over our shoulders, I was as shocked as her at what we saw.
Blake and Ebony were full-on kissing.
"Or I had my friend," She muttered.
"Just ignore them two." Of course, they would choose now to turn all mates on. "Hormones and stuff."
"Yeah, because it makes complete sense one moment he has his hand up my shirt, and now his tongue down her throat."
"Yeah, but they’re mates."
"No, they aren't, they hate each other." Her eyes were scorching, and she spat the words at me.
Shit. Wrong form of words on my part.
"I mean…
"I don't care what you mean. Just go away."
"So, you're bitchy when your drunk."
"Sweetheart, I'm not even close to drunk." She scanned the crowd behind me. "Now, if you don't mind, I have another Falcon brother to chase down before he decides to lock lips with a slut."
"Ebony isn't that bad."
"No, she is just so sweet."
"You could stay here with me." My fingers linked around her arm. "I'm sure I can keep up with you."