The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 43

ISLA thought that they will just spend their day after class inside the coffee shop but here they are, arguing about what to wear because Becca wants to go to the bar and get tipsy.

“I’m good with my dress. If you disagree then I will not come—”

“Fine! I just want to dress you up—”

“Like what are you thinking? I know you will be leaving sooner yet do you have to act childishly?” she asked which makes Becca pout her lips.

Becca glared at her and then rolled her eyes. “K. dot. Let’s go then,” Becca uttered and started to walk her way toward the door.

She can’t help but shake her head and followed after she locked their unit.

“You’re being unexplainable, Becca.”

Becca stopped and turned to her. “I’m sorry, Isla. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she pressed her lips, seems like she was holding a smile or a laugh.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and arched her brow. “You’re really pulling a joke on me, huh?”

Becca looked away.

“Seriously, Becca?” she shook her head. “Childish,” she whispered and walked ahead of her.

Becca burst into laughter while she was following her.

Great, she thought. She knew it.

“Isla. Look I’m sorry. I just want to—”

“Don’t talk to me,” she uttered without looking back.

“C’mon—Zero!”

Zero? She stopped walking and glared at Becca. Now, her friend is biting her lip, looking at her teasingly.

She heaved a deep sigh. “You’re not funny—”

“I swear, I saw Zero and he’s standing behind you,” Becca uttered which makes her frown and let out a sarcastic chuckle. She rolled her eyes and was about to walk when she bumped into something hard but got a superb fragrant smell.

“What the hell?” she cursed and looked up. “Z-Zero…” she whispered.

Becca burst into laughter and it echoed in the hallway.

“Act like a lady, Rebecca Foster,” Zero uttered and suddenly grabbed her hand, dragging her gently.

Becca smiled and reached her eyes upon seeing Zero and her friend.

“Are you sure you don’t do teens, Zero?” Becca asked when she caught up with their pace.

Isla glared at her and mouthed to shut up. She turned to Zero and their eyes met. “Let it go,” she muttered.

“Elsa?” It was Becca, teasing. Which makes her roll her eyes.

When they stepped into the parking area, Becca talked and asked her cousin if she can bring her car but Zero disagreed.

Zero opened the door in the passenger seat and looked at her. “Get in,” he uttered and she did what has been told.

When she sat inside, she buckled her seatbelt and glanced at the rearview mirror to meet Becca’s eyes. She was confused and wanted to ask Becca why Zero suddenly appeared. She didn’t see Becca talking to him in person or on phone.

She sighed. Maybe they exchanged text messages.

After a few moments of driving, they arrived at a different bar—it was not the bar they went through the last time.

“Don’t stop me, Zero. Alright?” Becca asked as they walk their way toward the entrance of the bar.

“You can drink all the beer in the house. No one’s stopping you. Not unless Apollo will—”

“Watch that out for us, then,” Becca asserted.