Chapter 221

Quentin wore a grim expression, grinding his molars so hard that they were in danger of shattering. "What the fuck is Naomi doing hiring hosts?" he exclaimed. Stephen could only watch as Tessa ran one hand over a host's abdomen, feeling up the muscles there while balancing her cocktail glass in her other hand. The sour taste of the lemon mixed with the strong spirits in the tequila he just drank permeated Stephen's taste buds. Even the air around him had taken on a tinge of sourness that he could nearly physically taste. Stephen refused to continue playing the role of the observer. He shot up to his feet, giving Quentin, who was seated next to him, a scare. "Stephen, what are you doing?" Quentin asked. "I'm going to send her home." Quentin immediately grabbed him. "Don't be too hasty. You can't show yourself here. What if James' lackeys are in this bar? All that trouble you went through to break up with Tessa would all be for naught!" Of course, Stephen knew that Quentin's words