Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 15

I didn't want to catch on too quickly, but unfortunately, I did.

Christine scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "Eh, it's average at best."

I looked at her, baffled, my eyes screaming. "What? "

"We slept once, and trust me, it was a disaster." Christine didn't hold back, not even caring that Steven was right there.

Steven was hopping mad. "Hey, cut me some slack! It was my first time, what do you know!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses. I'm not taking the fall for this. Don't give me that 'first time' excuse, you Casanova. Even if it was, it should've been with a hand puppet or something," Christine interjected, gesturing toward his hands.

Seeing the usually carefree Steven blush at Christine's words made me realize what was happening between them. They had a one-night stand.

Steven must be chasing after Christine.

Paying no further attention to Steven, Christine grabbed my arm and led me toward the private booth. "Some guy is back from abroad. Steven and his crew organized this get-together and roped me in for fun."

"Which guy?" I whispered.

"You might know him. It's..." As Christine spoke, she pushed open the door.

Several guys were sitting inside, including a few familiar faces and one particularly striking man.

Tall with long legs, he wore a white shirt, sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his wrist adorned with a bracelet.

The bracelet seemed out of place with his demeanor, yet it was clear that he cherished it.

Almost instantly, as he looked up and our eyes met, a smile spread across his face, and he stood up, "Long time no see."

"Mark!" I beamed, "Indeed, it's been ages. You left for abroad so suddenly."