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friend, I didn’t know him well enough to spend a night alone with him. Therefore, I was skeptical, and with good reason.
    “Some other time, perhaps.” Pressing my lips together, I made a slight smile. “Tomorrow’s just … too soon for me.”
    He let out a sigh, as if he didn’t want to pressure me further, before pulling me against his chest. “All right, I’ll back off for now, but promise me you’ll think about it?” he whispered close to my ear, making me shiver against his warmth. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good.”
    The alcohol in my system made my sensitivity even worse.
    “Umm…” A haggard sound came out of my lips, my resolve weakening every second he let his breath touch my skin. Then I felt him kiss the soft spot behind my ear, evoking a low moan from me.
    “Nice of you to see her home.” Drew’s distinctive voice echoed throughout the hall, stopping us both cold.
    Spencer took a deep breath, hesitating a few seconds before he spun around to face Drew. “Uh, yeah. Of course.” He quickly glanced back at me then quickly reverted back to him. “Can we get some privacy?”
    Nervously biting my lip, I couldn’t for the life of me look at Drew. I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t ashamed of anything, but for some peculiar reason, I just couldn’t bear it.
    “If you plan on getting laid tonight, you can scratch that idea, Spencer,” Drew said in a measured but threatening voice.
    I wanted to die, simply because he had no right to intrude on us. And the way he was acting about it was like a damn ogre. Hell, Jackson wouldn’t even dare react this way, so why should he?
    Spencer was not too amused by being told what to do.
    “What the actual fuck? Who do you think you are?” he spat out.
    I could literally hear a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode any moment.
    My eyes flickered back and forth, knowing Drew wasn’t backing down, either. One thing I knew about him was that he wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated, most especially since he was twice the size of Spencer and several inches taller. So, no, Drew wouldn’t even think twice about knocking him out. I had seen him engaged in brawls before, and he always came out the victor.
    “I’m someone who cares about her. She’s family. She’s the closest thing I have to a sister, so I’m not going to let some drunk kid do some sloppy drunk shit around here. If you want to fuck around, go ahead, but it sure as fuck won’t be with Chloe.”
    A sister? Was that what he said? What the actual fuck? How insulting could he fucking be! Unbelievable.
    Spencer was getting so heated I was afraid a fight was going to break out. Thank goodness it didn’t. Instead, he gauchely looked at me.
    “I’ll see myself out. I’ll call you. Have a good night, Chloe.”
    Before I had the chance to say a damn word to him, he was out the door. What the fuck had just happened?
    “If you plan on chasing the fucktard, you can think again.” Drew’s hardened voice broke through my jumbled thoughts.
    I was not amused. Far from it. How dare he act as though he had treated me any differently? Well, the claws were definitely out.
    “I’m the closest thing you have to a sister?” I screeched at him, livid beyond measure.
    His frown deepened as he took in my hysteria. “I didn’t mean it like that. That came out wrong.”
    It came out wrong? How many ways could one interpret the word sister ? I was enraged more by the fact that I had spent so much time piecing myself together, all due to a man who deemed me the closest thing to a sister he had. It was so laughable even Hollywood couldn’t come up with something like it. I wanted to cry from embarrassment, to hurl something at him, to punch something, anything that inflicted pain, because this was the biggest blow any woman could receive. The least I interacted with him, the better.
    “Next time, don’t try to cock block. I can make decisions for myself. Go fuck yourself, Drew Cavendish.”
    “I have