Chapter <b>229 </b>


    This ce was built for flirtation and Indulgence,


    As Charlotte <b>stepped </b>into the bar, the ring music and loud chatter made her Instinctively frown. This wasn’t really her scene.


    “Lottie, over here!” Mia waved her over, Lena was standing next to her.


    Charlotte walked up, and Mia, already at home, led her to the bar and slid onto a tall stool. “Leul Three Mojitos”


    The bartender gave a wink and started <b>mixing </b>drinks with practiced ir.


    Mia leaned in close and whispered, “That’s Leo. Twenty–six. Total bathrob. He’s basically the <b>star </b>of this ce, Cute, right?”


    Charlotte gave the guy a quick once–over. He wasn’t particrly tall—maybe around five–nine–but he had pretty boy features, smooth skin, and tousled waves He had that soft, brooding charm, like a poster boyfium a Netflixteen drama.


    she looked away. “He’s alright,”


    Mia grinned. “Not your type? He’s the baby–faced kind told you al


    about. Girls are practically lining up to film with him.”


    Right on rue, a girl slid over and started chatting Leo up, shing a fat stack of cash.


    | Charlotte shook her head.


    ? “He’s surrounded by too many girls. Not my type,”


    Mis raised an eyebrow: “So what? It’s just for fun. You’re not marrying the guy.”


    She leaned in closer. “Why is it that men get to mess around, but we’re supposed to y it safe? Sear’s already out there parading around with some actress, and you’re still saving yourself for what? Come on. Let loose a little. Have some fun!”


    “I’m really not in the mood….”


    “That’s because you haven’t discovered the joys of not giving a dam.”


    Les slid their drinks over. “Three Mojitos, Ladies.”


    Mia shed him a flirty smile. <b>“</b>Thanks<b>, </b>cutle.“


    Les met her eyes, smiling just as teasingly. “<b>No </b>need for thanks, gorgenIEL”


    The vibe between the turned hot in stand–allent, electri


    Charlotte and Lena exchanged nces, both wide–eyed, “Walt. did they justlt it off in two lines?” they wondered.


    After one drink, Charlotte only felt worse. Whoever <b>tal </b>alcohol could drown your sorrows clearly lied. If anything, it just made them looder.


    The mose she drank, the mueller thoughtsdrified to Seat


    Mia tried again, “Okay, if your type, find someone who is, I told you I’d call in a few male escorts, right? This ce is full of them. I’m getting the


    Charlottelud already had per drinks and was feeling lightheaded, der voice waszy. “No, I dont want


    Mia, tipay hereti, misheard over the noise. “What? You want?”


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    Muttering, “


    *Trout into all that romany drama…


    “What?” Mia leaned in “You’re Into muscle dra You mean you?” raised a brow


    Curlotte’a direks were flushed, her eyes ssy from the alcohol.


    Ten polnutester, five sldatless male escorts eachversistent, with perfectly sculpted abs–lined up li front of her and struck a pose.


    “itello, Entgeous!” they caused.


    Drunk and pleging, dulotte waved at them. “Ill there,”


    the blinked, biting back a grin “okay, not gonna lie. Hury’or kinda hot.”


    Mramellle, in a dimly lit <b>booth </b>arrots the bar, Beanted at a politication on his phone. A charge from the bat had <b>just </b>gone through. His jaw clenched.


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