She logged off, hearing her roommates going off in the distance and quickly went out to check what was happening.

  "Why are the lot of you dressed like that?" she asked, pointing at their fancy clothes.

  "I thought you knew we were going out," Lily said with a surprised look.

  "I thought you were joking!" Kitty looked at the two of them in wonder.

  "Get ready. We are going to watch Cage Cavanaugh flex his muscles again. I bought tickets. We'll get a nice strong drink after that and come home happy girls," Angelina threw out.

  "Okay," she conceded in one word. There was no way she was going to pass up an opportunity to watch Cage and that too on someone else's dime. Her friends snickered, knowing that the other was simply going to watch the movie stars abs.

  "Are we dressed to party?" Kitty asked a moment later, sticking her head out of the room.

  "It's going to be lit." Lily made some lewd gestures at Kitty. Flabbergasted by the audacity, Kitty stuck her head back in and scanned through her clothes to find something suitable.

  "This," she said, finally picking out a white see-through top and a pair of yellow palazzo pants. She had got them from a fancy store and loved how basic yet fancy they were. She donned them on, checking herself out in the mirror, satisfied with how bomb she looked.

  When she got out, she heard a whistle come from Angelina and smirked.

  "Don't you want to change teams when you see me like this?" she winked.

  "Yes, honey. I can only think of bedding you, now that I have seen you so scrumptious."

  "Your vocab is improving," Lily interjected from the side.

  "Don't be jealous Lil, we'll let you join our twosome and turn it into horny girls play all Sunday. What say you?" Lily giggled, elbowing her friend.

  "I've got Jared. I need a long, thick yardstick, not some girls playing hide and seek." She looked so confident in herself.

  "We've seen your taste, girl. You are into some hardcore shit." Kitty remembered walking in on the other with some man, acting like a dominatrix and shuddered. "I'll have nightmares tonight," she said, acting like she was going to puke.

  "Oh, you want me," Lily commented, flipping her hair flamboyantly.

  "Let's go watch Mr. Perfect," Angelina groaned, making them laugh——

  "I can't believe I saw Keira and Cage bonking on screen. I don't think they have any chemistry to begin with," Lily fumed.

  "Do you think she was cheating on him while they were together? Or do you think he found out earlier than what was portrayed in the media," Angelina mumbled. "My poor boy, he looked so heartbroken."

  "I think he found out on the day the pictures were released. I saw the paparazzi catch up to him and ask him. He was surprised and not to mention pissed," Kitty said as she sat down on the barstool. The club was comparatively empty and Nathaniel was not serving that night. She was happy.

  "I am glad he was pissed and not heartbroken. Sometimes I wonder what he saw in that woman," Lily hissed.

  "She must have been sweet to him when they were in a relationship." Kitty shrugged. She called for the bartender and ordered a tower of beer.

  "We're drinking beer tonight?" Lily scrunched up her nose.

  "I am drinking beer tonight. You guys can do what you want," she snickered at their sour expression.

  The conversation changed mood and turned into Angelina talking about her upcoming projects and how excited she was to be going further. It was only a matter of time before she hit international, she was that pretty and good at her job.

  "Do you think Cage knows me?"

  "I doubt it. He must know supermodels only. But I think you would make a great pair," Lily said. She gave Kitty a look and made a gesture with her hands which asked her to play along. Kitty looked on graciously, not wanting to feed her friend bullshit.

  "I would look good on his arms," Angelina said, throwing back a shot.

  "You would look like a hanger in his arms. He is ripped. He could buck you off to the ceiling if he so wished," Lily wiggled her brow.

  "Pervert," Kitty muttered, shaking her head, still finding the conversation enjoyable. Her beer had arrived and she was chugging down as soon as it came. Even though she had relieved her pent up frustration, but there was a bubble of want in her stomach that she needed to drown with alcohol.

  "Let's go dance!" Angelina squealed, intoxicated. She left the seat, going into the floor, which had crowded up and danced her soul away. She was a particularly bad dancer, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.

  "Did you see the poetry her Kevin Heart has been sending?" Lily said, tilting up her glass and clinking it with her mug.

  "Fucking Shakespeare and Neruda, don't remind me," Kitty grumbled, taking a big gulp of her beer.

  "And she thought it was romantic." The other rolled their eyes.

  "I am waiting for the day the FBI will fill our room and take her into custody. The maximum this boy can be is high school and that's pushing it."

  "Not all men are profound like your Ray," she winked.

  "That's true. But acting like his mother wouldn't allow him to contact her? A disgrace. That is definitely not Cage Cavanaugh." She smacked her lips together and turned to stare at her tipsy friend on the dance floor. "Do you think she will regret grinding into another man while she is talking to someone?" Lily followed her look.

  "Probably. We'll not let her leave with the guy," she muttered giving me a pointed look.

  "They aren't in a relationship," Kitty shrugged. "Morally ambiguous is our middle name."