“Have a drink, and then we’ll leave,” Randy told him, at first Hazel thought of refusing him but she knew that if she would throw any tantrums it will worsen her situation and maybe Randy would start thinking of her as a weak woman who can't even control the alcohol.

She held the bottle and gulped it down in one go, overconfident while Ron’s smirk widened in appreciation.

“Very well, Let’s leave.” He threw a few bucks on the table and strode out of the bar Hazel following him.

Outside, her motorbike was parked and Randy handed her the key to her motorbike, “Here.”

Hazel nodded her head and then...