Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 Heading Home 

Klaus gave a nod. “Word is their big boss just rolled into Lake City.” 

It was Charlie. I nodded, managing a half–smile. 

Klaus had laid it all out, and now his mind was on one thing: getting Idris to join him for a drink. Idris caught the vibe and shot me a look. “Let’s set up a time for you to meet Charlie,” he said. 

His words caught me off guard. I looked up, lost for a second in his deep, dark eyes. For a heartbeat, I felt like he was right there with me, plotting a master plan. 

It was not just a feeling–he really was on my side. 

I could not just brush him off, not now. I gave a small nod and a grateful smile. 

He responded by putting some food on my plate, his voice gentler as he suggested, “Let’s eat first.” 

I agreed with a nod. 

After calming my nerves, he turned back to Klaus and the two of them started their drinking 

game. 

I had never really talked business with Idris before, nor had I seen him work a room. I had never even seen him take a sip of alcohol. He had always been the epitome of class and poise in my eyes. Watching him now, effortlessly mingling and sharing laughs with the power players, was like seeing a whole new side of him. 

As Klaus and Idris kept the drinks coming, it was clear Klaus was in his element. The others weren’t far behind, and once the liquor started flowing, there was no turning back. 

I just could not get why guys loved to hang out, sipping one fiery shot after another, talking about nothing much at all. The booze burned all the way down, and the chit–chat was yawn- worthy, but they were all about it. 

Midway through the night, one of the guys, a little buzzed and feeling lonely, dialed up some company. Before we knew it, a few gorgeous girls showed up, snuggling into their laps and joining the drink fest. 

Lucky for us, Klaus was not into the whole call–for–company thing. He was all about the drinks, not the ladies. And Idris? Maybe it was because I was there, but he did not invite anyone over either. 

It was pushing ten, everyone’s faces glowing red and necks bulging from too much booze, when Klaus’s phone started blowing up. He picked up, and somehow the call was on speaker. A woman’s sharp voice cut through, “Mr. Lowry, if you’re not back by eleven, don’t you even think about coming home again.” 

Just like that, she hung up, not even waiting for Klaus to say ‘hi‘. 

Everyone paused, then someone cracked a joke, “Mr. Lowry, the missus is waiting. You’d better get going, or we might not be able to drag you out next time.” 

Klaus just shrugged it off. “All right, time to head out.” He threw a look at Idris, who still looked pretty fresh. “We’ll have a rematch, Idris. I’m sure I can drink you under the table.” 

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He tried to stand up steadily, but it was clear the room was spinning for him. Idris just chuckled, got up, and steadied him. “Sure thing, next round’s on me.” 

With a quick nod to Klaus’s secretary, who was already at the ready, they helped Klaus out of the booth. 

The rest of the crew was a mess too, some even making a beeline for the bathroom to lose their liquor. 

The party had hit a wall–no way we could keep up the drinking. 

Idris had his crew escort the others out, leaving just the two of us in the VIP room. I had been pretty quiet all night, just watching him knock back drink after drink without even flinching. I was seriously starting to wonder if this guy was superhuman or something.