Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322

If it were up to Holly, she would absolutely do and call in a few young men. Anyone who made her unhappy, she would pay back in kind. She would never swallow it all in.

But one look at Sierra’s face told her Sierra wasn’t that kind of person. She had always held herself to her own standards, and those standards would never allow her to do something like that.

“You kind of have a point,” Sierra said.

Holly blinked, then stared at her like she had just seen a ghost.

“Just talking and having a drink isn’t against the law,” Sierra said, thinking it over in a serious tone. “Do you know any place where the guys are good–looking and know how to chat?”

Holly blinked, not sure whether she was teasing her. “Are you serious?”

Sierra nodded. “Yeah.”

The reason John kept her by his side was for one simple reason. He wasn’t tired of her yet. He had never liked it when she got too

close to other men.

Last time, even if she just chatted a little with some stranger at a party, he would come home, pull her into his arms, and complain that he was jealous. If she ever talked with a whole group of men, he would probably be furious.

Holly reached out to touch Sierra’s forehead, then studied her face. She was not sick, and she was not just venting.

“So there really is no place like that?” Sierra asked.

“There is,” Holly said. She knew Sierra’s taste very well, which was exactly why she rarely invited her out to places like that.” You never liked that kind of place.”

“That was in the past. I like it now,” Sierra said.

She wanted a complete separation with John. Only when there was nothing between them anymore would he let go.

In the past, she had wanted to be the one who dumped him. Now, as long as she could leave, it no longer mattered whether he left first after he fell out of love or she did.

That evening, Sierra went to the bar Holly had told her about.

She went alone so she wouldn’t drag Holly into it.

She looked at the row of young, energetic young men sitting across from her, but she didn’t feel a thing. Still, she held up her card and said, “Whoever talks the sweetest tonight, I’ll buy out all the drinks he’s supposed to sell this month.”

As soon as she finished, they all started talking at once. Every one of them spoke in a soft, pleasant voice, looking at Sierra like

she was the love of their life.

Sierra didn’t like any of it.

It was all flattery, hollow. None of it was the least bit genuine. But to keep the act going, she bought out more than a dozen of their monthly quotas, forcing herself to keep smiling and looking happy.

“Use it,” Sierra said as she handed over John’s card.

The moment the payments went through, John received a string of text alerts, one after another.

He opened the messages and saw the charges were all from a bar.

He called Lance, the bodyguard he had sent to protect Sierra in secret. “What’s Sierra doing?”

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“You probably don’t want to know,” Lance said.

“Tell me.” Lance snapped a photo.

In the picture, Sierra sat across from a row of very good–looking young men, each of them smiling as they raised their glasses to her, their eyes bright with delight that they couldn’t hide even if they wanted.

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