chp 4
Rae stomped down the hallway with the stack of chairs, still mumbling to himself.
Rae Bennett (O)
What kind of weirdo stops someone carrying chairs just to show a blurry picture? Seriously? Who even does that?
He huffed, adjusting his grip on the chairs.
Rae Bennett (O)
I spent all day helping the bride’s side set up, and now I’m getting interrogated by random alphas—
Cold liquid soaked the front of his suit. Rae froze, his brain short-circuiting for a second before he looked down at his ruined shirt.
Red wine dripped from his lapel, staining the pristine white fabric he’d spent three hours ironing.
Rae Bennett (O)
…you’ve got to be kidding me.
Joshua Larkin (A)
I—I’m so sorry!
Rae Bennett (O)
SORRY?! Do you know how long it took me to get ready?!
The culprit was a tall alpha holding an empty wine glass, looking both apologetic and defensive at the same time.
Joshua Larkin (A)
Hey, it was an accident. You came out of nowhere.
Rae Bennett (O)
Oh, I came out of nowhere? Newsflash, you’re the one who decided to wave a drink around like it’s a damn flag!
The alpha’s brows furrowed.
Joshua Larkin (A)
You could at least not scream at me—
Rae Bennett (O)
Not scream—
Rae dropped the chairs with a loud clatter and stepped closer, glaring up at him.
Rae Bennett (O)
Do you see this? This suit cost more than your entire wardrobe, lover boy!
Joshua Larkin (A)
(blink) Wait—did you just call me lover boy?
Rae Bennett (O)
Yes, because you look exactly like the type who breaks hearts for fun!
Joshua put a hand on his chest, half-offended, half-amused.
Joshua Larkin (A)
Excuse me? I don’t even know you, and you’re out here making wild assumptions.
Rae Bennett (O)
I don’t need to know you!
Rae Bennett (O)
I can smell the trouble from here.
Joshua Larkin (A)
Wow. You’re unbelievable.(folding his arms)
Rae Bennett (O)
You’re ruining my night!
Joshua Larkin (A)
Fine, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning!
Rae Bennett (O)
Dry cleaning isn’t going to fix this!
Rae gestured to his soaked shirt dramatically.
A few heads turned to watch, but neither of them cared. They were too busy glaring at each other, sparks practically flying.
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