Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 45

After Eric left, I sent a message to Levi Swift. "When are you coming back, you brat?"

Levi didn't reply until the middle of the night. "Not sure yet. Things are crazy busy right now. I'll let you know as soon as I have a date!"

I sent back a sticker in response, turned off my phone, and fell asleep.

Before Levi returned, I got a call from my best friend, Natasha Jones.

"Wow, so you're getting a divorce and didn't even tell me? We're hitting Phantom Bar tonight. Drinks are on me! Let's celebrate you finally ditching Jeremiah, that trash of a man, and breaking free of your love-blind self!"

Natasha was my childhood friend, a sharp and independent powerhouse of a woman.

Her family heavily favored sons, with most of the family assets going to her brother. But she took the little money they gave her and built her own company from scratch, running it with great success.

She was constantly busy traveling for work. Jeremiah hated her fiery personality, so he told me to stay away from her.

Like an idiot, I listened to him in my past life. Unless Natasha reached out to me, I wouldn't contact her, and eventually, we fell out of touch. Looking back now, I wish I could slap myself.

I agreed immediately, "Deal! We drink until we drop tonight!"

We met outside the bar, and the moment I saw her, I lunged forward and hugged her. "Natasha, I missed you so much!"

Natasha pushed me away with a look of disdain. "Keep it together!"

Though she said that, she still grabbed my hand and dragged me inside, where she ordered an endless stream of drinks.

While drinking, she cursed, "I've been telling you forever that Jeremiah was trash. Thank God you woke up in time and didn't waste your entire life on him."

She threw an arm around my shoulder and patted her chest. "From now on, I'll take care of you!"

The guy's lips moved as if he were saying something, but I couldn't hear a word. His voice just seemed annoying, so I leaned in and bit him.

He froze immediately, his whole body going stiff.

I stuck out my tongue and gave the spot a little lick, then smiled. "You taste sweet. You smell like apples. Were you drinking cider just now?"

He let out a low hum like he was embarrassed.

Then, he took a deep breath, scooped me up bridal-style, and said, "You're drunk. I'll take you home."

I couldn't remember how I got home. All I knew was that as soon as my body hit the bed, I grabbed onto his sleeve and yanked him down with me.

He lost his balance and landed on top of me, his dark eyes staring straight into mine, burning with an intensity that felt almost scorching.