"Where did you find her?" Athena asked Sandro as she and Ewan arrived at the parking lot.
Her eyes widened in incredulity when she saw her friend in the arms of a subdued Zane.
What the hell had happened?
She looked at Sandro for an explanation, aware that she wasn’t the only one in this perplexing mix.
The reactions of Ewan and Sandro back at the club, when Zane insulted Gianna, made it clear that they too weren’t in the loop about the history between Zane and her best friend.
"Right there." Sandro pointed to a shadowy corner of the parking lot. "It turns out that before she came out here, she collected more bottles of alcohol from the bar. She’s really out cold now. The only stroke of luck we had is that none of these ridiculous men followed her or spotted her. It would have made for an entirely different story."
Didn’t she know? Athena looked at her friend pitifully. What had Zane done to wreck her this way?
Worse yet, what was Gianna doing in his arms?
She scowled at Zane.
Zane, looking almost innocent—if he didn’t have that "I-just-gobbled-a-box-of-chocolates" expression—lifted his hand in defense. "She wouldn’t let Sandro touch her. I had no choice but to step in."
"And why is that? Aren’t you her attacker?" Athena shot back, raising her eyebrows so high she might as well have launched them into orbit.
Zane opened his mouth, then shut it as if he was suddenly at a loss for words.
"It got me surprised too. She lashed out when I touched her, but when he did, she was calm as crystal. What’s the history between you two? Tell us..." Sando inquired, folding his arms across his chest.
Ewan too was curious about his friend’s relationship with Athena’s best friend.
Although, he was happy to see Zane strung up by another woman, he couldn’t help but wonder why his friend, a playboy, had suddenly lost his cool.
It just never happened!
But Zane remained tight-lipped, apparently unfazed by being the center of attention.
"Just take her home,"He said after a few beats, causing Athena to scowl in disbelief.
A thick pause.
"You know what... I don’t have time for this. I’m leaving." Pulling out her phone, she was about to call Aiden for a rescue, but Ewan stopped her.
"Don’t worry about that. I’ll drop you both home. I came with my car."
Athena furrowed her brows, unsure what to make of this Ewan, who seemed determined to invade her personal space at every turn. Yet she needed a ride, and it was a bit too late to disturb Aiden, even though the latter wouldn’t complain.
"Alright, then. Where’s your car?"
Ewan pointed to his vehicle a few feet away from them.
He hurried over to it, and just as he peered into the window, he noticed his driver was blasting music like it was the last day of summer.
Ewan knocked on the window, and the driver instantly jerked, scrambling to roll it down.
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