Chapter 88

Despite his words, Randy quickened his pace. Soon, they dashed out of the apartment and raced to the nightclub. The nightclub owner was waiting outside. As soon as Randy and Marlon got out of the car, he hurried over and spoke obsequiously. “Gentlemen, I’ve kept an eye on them. They’re still here.”

Randy halted, asking, “So, they and the male models have been in the private room the whole time?” The nightclub owner gave an awkward smile; everybody knew what that meant.

“Damn it!” Randy cursed, striding forward. “Which room?”

“This one!” The nightclub owner was about to open the door, but Randy booted it open. Inside, several men were drinking with Debra and Erica, who seemed to be enjoying themselves. “What, Randy and Marion?” Erica blurted out.

Debra swiveled her head to find them looming in the doorway. Their faces were etched with disapproval. “Are these guys part of the package?” one model asked suggestively. Debra sobered up, unsure how to respond. Randy’s face was stormy. “All of you, get out!”

Seeing the nightclub owner signaling them, the models realized they were in trouble and hurried out. “Hey! Don’t go! Stay a while longer! No more drinks?” Erica tried to pull them back, but Randy grabbed her and sulked, “Coming to a place like this for fun—are you out of your mind?”

“Watch it! I’m your senior!” Erica slurred drunkenly.

Randy scooped her up. “Cut the crap and go home with me.”

“Woah, you’re strong. I like it!” Erica cooed. Randy felt helpless.

Debra attempted to stand, but the alcohol hit her, causing her to sway dizzily into Marlon’s arms. “Now you realize you can’t stand still?” Marlon’s voice was deep and comforting.

Debra leaned on him, managing to steady herself. “I just drank a bit too much. I’ll be okay.”

Marion bent down and squatted in front of her. “Get on—”

Debra stared at his broad back, momentarily stunned.

“It’s not the first time. No need to be shy,” he said.

Debra recalled Marion carrying her on his back after she sprained her ankle during Aaron’s kidnapping. No longer hesitant, she draped herself over his broad back.

Marion said, “Hang out with Erica less.” Debra’s face was flushed, whether from the alcohol or the suggestive atmosphere at the nightclub. The smell of alcohol pervaded the car.

“What now? Where to? Drop them home?” Randy was at a loss.

“To my place,” Marion said. Debra paused, realizing she had never been to his home before.

“Alright, if we send them home, their neighbors won’t get any peace tonight,” Randy conceded. He buckled his seatbelt and patted Erica’s face. “Hey, don’t sleep here, or you’ll catch a cold.”