Chapter 802 Immediately Chicken Out
"Hey, if you girls wanna hang out with us, money's no problem. I'll cover it," the greasy trust fund kid said, swirling his drink and eyeing Violet. He was infatuated with the prettiest girl in the room.
She had the face, the body, and her skin looked so soft and smooth, like you could squeeze water out of it. She was truly stunning.
The trust fund kid couldn't help but lick his lips, his beady eyes narrowing with desire.
"Emily, are you seriously gonna drink with him?" Violet whispered urgently in Emily's ear, shocked that she seemed to be considering it.
Violet had no interest in drinking with such a sleazy guy. If Brady found out, he'd be upset.
Emily chuckled softly and whispered back, "Of course not. We're just waiting for Lucas to show up. We're bored, so why not mess with him a bit?" She'd seen plenty of handsome men and had no interest in this creep.
"Don't play with fire. Just ignore him," Violet advised, more cautious and mature since she was married. She didn't want Emily to get into trouble.
"Afraid of him? If he tries anything, I'll call my dad and have him send over a dozen bodyguards," Emily said nonchalantly.
"Fine, you go ahead. I'm not going. If Brady finds out, he'll be mad at me," Violet said, sitting down and deciding to sip some fruit wine and relax before heading home.
"Every time you mention your dear Brady, I chicken out, too," Emily admitted. She wasn't afraid of much, but Brady's commanding presence made her uneasy.
"Good, let's just get rid of him," Violet said, taking a sip from her neon green glass. The fruit wine was almost non-alcoholic, tasting sweet like sparkling water but with a hint of alcohol.
"Alright," Emily agreed, turning to the trust fund kid who was waiting for them. "Sorry, we can't hang out with you."
The trust fund kid's thick eyebrows shot up, and his face darkened. "What? Are you messing with me? You just agreed!"
"Do you think I can't afford a few thousand dollars for drinks?"
Emily scoffed, "Of course not. We just don't want to hang out with you. Do we need a reason?"
"And we can pay for our drinks," she added.
"You'll pay yourselves?" The trust fund kid felt humiliated and slammed his glass on the marble table, his face twisted with anger. He wasn't going to let these girls get away with it. "You must be working girls. Come with me, and I'll not only cover the bill but buy you some gifts."
Gifts? Emily found that laughable. She wasn't afraid of threats and laughed out loud. "Are you crazy? We don't want to hang out with you, and you think we're working girls? Are you blind?"
"Do you need me to flash some cash to show you who we are?" Emily said, reaching for her black card.
The trust fund kid didn't care what card she had. Feeling played, he grabbed Violet, the girl he fancied, and tried to drag her to his booth.
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