#Chapter 20 Tell me all about it


    Tyler POV


    LUST


    Going back to the beginning sounded like a better idea than it was proving to be as a reality.


    "You want another drink?"


    Tyler nudged his tumbler back toward the bartender who obediently refilled it. They were drinking well


    drinks which were higher quality at LUST than other establishments.


    One of the main advantages to being a patron of LUST was the fact all their amenities were better than


    the average establishment''s and their prices reflected as much.


    "Rachel is everywhere, man! I swear your mate is going to double my next quarter returns. Every news


    agency has run a byline or at least a blurb. She''s on all the social medias. She''s trending on most of


    them!"


    "Dn?"


    Dn looked up from his phone with barely concealed glee stered all over his face. He was loving


    the sess Camelot was celebrating courtesy of Rachel''s fame. She was approaching meteoric if his


    yammering was anything to go on and Tyler knew Dn never exaggerated his business dealings with


    him.


    They were too close topete with one another in the business arena. As far as Tyler was


    concerned, Dn Roberts was the brother he''d always wanted for himself. Dn was a Hell of a lot


    more reliable than his actual brother William.


    "Shut up. I don''t want to talk about Rachel."


    "That makes you the only one. You want to tell me what you do want to talk about? Why are we here of


    all ces? You have an itch I should be helping you scratch?"


    Neither of them were above admitting they''d indulged in the offerings of the club in the past. Paying for


    sex was easier than working for it with a lot of talk though neither Dn nor Tyler had ever needed to


    worry about buyingpany.


    They could have gotten women based on looks and Alpha status alone. With their money and name


    recognition, most women would ept a pick-up from either of them.


    "No. No itches. I''m just trying to remind myself of something."


    "Something wouldn''t happen to be the first time you met one Rachel Flores would it?"


    Dn was going to be spoon fed his shit-eating grin if he didn''t wipe it off his face.


    Tyler frowned at him, "You know I met her here."


    "Yes. I do remember. It was a pretty memorable night for both of us. I got to experience twins and you


    found your fated mate---only to lose her hourster. I still remember how you sounded when you called


    me asking if I had seen her leave!"


    Tyler hadn''t known what to think about his mate taking off without even leaving her name. She never


    exined fully, but Tyler knew it had something to do with her father''s gambling debts. They had wound


    up in a world of misery together thanks to Patrick Flores and his bad luck at the gaming hells.


    "Her old man put her up to that. You know, right?"


    Tyler nodded and finished throwing back his drink. He dragged his finger around the rim of the ss as


    he considered whether he wanted to tie one on or go slow.


    Liquor made things easier to bear---but it also had the side effect of making Tyler vulnerable to spilling


    his feelings out for others to hear.


    "Would you like another, sir?"


    "I''d like one," a feminine voice cooed and Tyler tensed, frowning as he watched Jenny slide onto the


    stool beside him, "I think my friend will take one as well. We''re going to drink to our health!"


    Tyler covered his ss with his hand to stop the bartender from pouring. He wasn''t in the mood to deal


    with Jenny. Was the woman having some sort of psychotic episode? She had to know he''d been


    serious when he''d shooed her away before.


    "Jenny. What are you doing here?"


    "I like the drinks---and thepany," Jenny said, "Aren''t you going to share even one drink with me for


    old times sake?"


    Jenny pouted and Tyler had to resist the urge to p her. How could he have ever thought she was


    beautiful? She was so fake it was almost as if he were watching a robot pretending to be human. He


    doubted Jenny had felt anything real in years.


    "No. We aren''t keepingpany together, Jenny. You should find someone else to upy your time


    with now."


    Tyler wasn''t going to have anything to do with her in the future. He was rejecting his mate tomorrow


    then he was going to drink until he forgot he''d performed the rejection ritual. After that? Tyler just hoped


    he woke up with his memory intact so he didn''t have to relive losing Rachel again.


    "I don''t want to find someone else. I''ve already found you and you''re all I want, Tyler."


    Jenny pressed her breasts against my arm as she leaned over me. I could smell the liquor on her


    breath; I wanted to shove her away, but, before I could, a waiter tripped, spilling a pair of champagne


    flutes all over Jenny.


    "You idiot!" she shrieked.


    "I''m so sorry,dy! Let me get you a towel."


    The bartender hastily wiped at the spill on the bar with his rag. He offered a stack of fine napkins as he


    tried to soothe Jenny. Her dress didn''t look as if it were good material to be doused in alcohol.


    "I want to speak to your manager! Right now!"


    "I said I was sorry," the boy snapped, turning the tray over to the bartender. He looked as annoyed as


    Jenny. I was getting a headache just thinking about the situation and stood up, ready to leave.


    There was nothing for me here in this club. I had found my fated mate here purely by chance -or


    literally by the hand of fate ifmon beliefs about the Moon Goddess were to be believed- and I


    wasn''t going to have another try to find her again.


    A man made his way over to our group as I was paying. I ced several bills down. There would be


    plenty for a tip remaining even if the drinks were twice as expensive as I estimated.


    "Tyler, let me just settle this and we can go."


    "We aren''t going anywhere, Jenny."


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    I would be damned before I would take Jenny anywhere ever again. I was sick of the fake bitch and I


    just wanted to go home. To my empty house.


    "Of course we are! You''ve finally gotten that gold digging whore out of your life so we can be together!"


    "Rachel isn''t your concern."


    I was prepared to have to fight Jenny off to get out of the club, but I wasn''t prepared to get a fist to the


    face!


    My cheek exploded in pain and my vision nked out for a moment. There was a lot of power behind


    the suckerpunch! Who had hit me? Why? What was going on?


    "You are so getting fired! I will have your ass thrown in jail for this! Tyler, are you alright? Get him some


    ice! Right now, idiot!"


    The bartender moved to start putting ice into a cloth while shooting panicked nces at the kid who


    had spilled his tray on Jenny. What was this kid thinking? I had a good six inches on him in height not


    to mention more muscle than worth measuring. I could take him apart without even using any of my


    wolf abilities.


    Jenny went to press the ice to my face and I shoved her off.


    "Do not touch me, Jenny!"


    "Trouble in paradise already?"


    I shot a confused look at the boy. I really had no idea what had set him off on me. Did he have a thing


    for Jenny? Was he some scorned lover? She seemed too old for him and she was definitely out of his


    league from a social standpoint.


    "What?"


    "Aren''t you supposed to be sweeping her off her feet to save her from the bad waiter?"


    I wasn''t interested in whatever was happening. I shrugged irritably as Dn stood to try to get between


    me and the kid.


    "I think we need to take a minute to breathe here. Tyler, you should get some of that ice. What''s the


    problem, kid?"


    "What''s the problem? The problem is his slut just called my sister a whore and he didn''t even try to


    defend her!"


    "Rachel is your sister?"


    I searched his face with my eyes and I could see a resemnce to Rachel there though he definitely


    looked more like Patrick than Rachel. He must not have inherited much from their mother. I had never


    allowed Rachel to bring her family to my home so this was the first time I''d even seen the boy.


    "Yes, Rachel is my sister, you asshole! Who did you think I was? Are you such a tool people punch you


    every day?"


    "Ethan! That is enough!"


    I realized the manager must have arrived as a woman slipped between me and the waiter. She held a


    hand up in front of Ethan as if she were warding him off. I wished he would try to hit me again. I could


    use the chance to let off some steam of my own though one good hit from me might take him out. Was


    he even old enough to be in this club?


    "No, Ethan, keep talking. Tell me all about it."


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