Isaac came out of the shower, his hair still covered in droplets.
"Come here. Let me help you blow dry."
Brittany picked up the hairdryer, with Isaac sitting in front of her and she behind him, helping him dry his hair.
"Where were you just now in the private room?"
"Ran into a friend and had a chat."
Caught off guard, the hairdryer in Brittany's hand trembled slightly.
Three people, three different explanations.
Interesting.
"What kind of friend?"
"A friend I've known since childhood. I'll introduce you guys when there's a chance." Isaac, slightly intoxicated, was swayed by the fragrance from her.
"Don't touch me."
Brittany's words came out with a stronger tone than she intended. She paused and said, "You've had a drink, don't move around."
Isaac frowned regretfully, kissed her cheek, and turned off the hairdryer, "Time for bed?"
"You go ahead to the bedroom; I need to give Hannah Chester a call. She's been MIA these days."
"All right."
Before leaving, he planted a kiss on the back of her head.
Once he left, Brittany called Hannah, and they got chatting.
Back in his room, Isaac felt something was off. He hadn't told anyone about his drinking plans. How did Brittany know which bar he was at or even which private room?
Suddenly, his phone beeped with a text.
It was from Wesley. He checked the messages.
[Zac, if Brittany asks you what you were doing, say you went to the bathroom and paid the bill.]
[Be careful with your words. Brittany is smart, and you can't fool her!]
Isaac replied, [I'm late.]
Brittany had already asked.
Wesley asked, [What did you say?]
Isaac answered, [I said I ran into a friend and had a chat.]
Wesley replied, [Good luck.]
Rubbing his temples, Isaac finally realized Brittany was upset. No wonder she rejected his advances!
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