Pretty Girl

Chapter Twelve - December 17th 2013

Chapter Twelve

Alex's Pov - 24 Years Old

Every second that passed during a weak moment was one that you would remember forever.

You regretted. You said things in anger and you lost so much. Everything just always . . . happened.

I stared down at my phone with dread along with fury as I took in the pictures of Katrina with mystery man in a room — in my own club.

I trusted her.

Something was definitely not right here.

I called Victor — the head of my security team at the club immediately.

"Pull up the feed. I want to know if it was her and who she was with. Tell me if anything went wrong with her yesterday." I barked into the phone and ended the call without waiting for an answer, barely concealing my anger as I glared down at the photos once again.

Victor called me back almost immediately as he sent me some photos and recordings.

"Sir, she went into a room with a man whose face didn't get caught on camera but based on the clothing and several eyewitnesses, it was a man named Jeremy Sinclair."

"Get me everything on him Victor. Don't leave anything out."

"Of course Sir."

I scrolled through the photos and videos in which Katrina was hanging off his arm in most of them until they both walked into a room and disappeared for a while.

They seemed to spend a lot of time at one of the blind spots just before they went in. Did something happen?

Victor had sent me the exact time that they went in and came out.

I was trying not to jump to conclusions and trust her but it was getting increasingly hard with every new piece of information that I was receiving.

I wanted to kill someone when he told me that there were used condoms in the trash from the room and they apparently asked for them ten minutes after they went inside.

I didn't really know what's going on over here but I was no fool. I loved this girl so I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt but no matter what this ended up being, the one thing that I knew for sure was that Jeremy Sinclair was dead.

He still touched my girl.

Cassie's voice interrupted my train of thought as she hassled me out of the door.

"We're going to be late!"

There was a gathering that was going to be held at a cliffside resort.

It had become tradition for some of us to go once in a few years but this time everyone was tagging along.

Katrina was going to be there too and considering everything that I had just heard and seen, the only thing I was focused on at this point was talking to her.

Cassie linked her arm in mine and gave me a confused glance?

"Hey, you okay?"

I hesitated before I answer. "You went to the party with Katrina right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Did she seem different to you?"

Cassie looked slightly uncomfortable until she attempted to hide her reaction as she pasted a small fake smile on her face.

What in the world happened last night?

"She seemed fine. Why?"

"Something wasn't right."