NIKOLAI

I walk back into the clubhouse, scanning the room until my eyes fall on Tom and Kaitlyn. She is chattering away with a glass of whiskey swinging in her hand. Don't tell me that fucking bastard made her drink?

I sigh loudly and begin to make my way to them, pushing the crazy clubbers out of my way. A hand grabs my arm before I can reach them, and I feel soft mounds of flesh press against my arm.

My head jerks back and my brows raise as I stare at the grinning chick pressed against my ...