Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 9

I was taken aback. Did Stella really hire some prostitues to hang out with us?

Drunk as a skunk, I moved closer to one of the men, "Guess we'll see if I can tolerate loneliness."

After saying that, I turned and walked away. I wasn't really into these kinds of men, especially those who seemed to have ulterior motives.

Stella was not far behind me, doing who knows what. When she saw me walking towards her, she immediately ran back to her original spot.

"I can't hold my booze. I need to go home and sleep." I held my head, feeling a bit woozy. If I got drunk, my mom would give me an earful.

"I need to go too, have to work tomorrow, ugh." Alicia also got up, clearly not a fan of her job.

Stella pouted, "It's still early, and you're all leaving. It's no fun if I'm here alone. Fine, off we go!"

She paid the bill, waved goodbye to the hot guys, and the three of us left.

We each called a driver and prepared to leave. Stella, grinning like a Cheshire cat, said, "Rena, do you think Neil will be jealous seeing you out drinking with hot guys?"

"Don't mention him, he's bad news." I was already in the car, waving at Stella.

"Bye-bye!" She seemed inexplicably cheery as she drove off in her BMW.

I told Bailey to start the car and closed my eyes to rest in the backseat. Near home, a sudden brake jolted me awake. I jumped, "Bailey, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ma'am, it seems to be Mr. Whitmore's car." Bailey pointed to the Bugatti parked across the road.

Why was Neil on my way home? I rubbed my temples and prepared to get out of the car, "Okay, Bailey, you take my car home. It's late."

"Alright." Bailey, a good driver, quickly turned the car around and left.

It was just a five-minute walk to my house from here. I bypassed the Bugatti and prepared to walk home.

Neil got out of his car and stood in front of me. He looked furious, his eyes burning with anger.

"Explain this!" Neil opened Instagram and showed me a photo.

It was a picture of me teasing a man outside the bar's restroom. In the photo, I was walking toward the man, looking very intimate. Upon closer inspection, the photo was posted by Stella. She even captioned it, [There are plenty of fish in the sea. Our Rena can always switch her love interest.]

"Pfft!" I couldn't help but laugh, "She does have a point."

"Irene!" Neil called my name, his face icy.

"Didn't you say we could do our own thing? Why are you questioning me now?" I retorted.

Neil scoffed, "Sure, we can do our own thing, but who said you could broadcast it?"

I had almost forgotten, Neil and I had mutual friends, and Stella was one of them. Whatever she posted on social media, Neil's friends would see. If they didn't get along with Neil, they might’ve taken this opportunity to ridicule him.