Jules’ P.O.V
“Sorry Jules, can’t make it tonight.”
‘f**k,’ I thought, staring at the text message on the screen of my smartphone. The last of my friends had bailed on me for the night, and it was looking like I was going to be spending the night by myself. I hadn’t had a drink all week, and I was a little more than thirsty.
“Whatever,” I said, and shrugged my shoulders. Guess I’ll just knock back a few on my own.
“You heading out soon?”
I turned around. My roommate, Chloe, was coming around the corner of the living room, putting an earring on. ‘At least she has a place to be tonight,’ I thought. She looked good. She had her brunette hair straightened and was wearing a red shirt with a V-groove that was doing a nice job of showing off her C-cup breasts, a pair of those black, tight-fit
