Monica's POV
The moment his fingers grazed my skin, electricity coursed through my body. Without turning, I knew it was Morris. His touch had always affected me this way, sending delicious shivers down my spine. His familiar voice confirmed it seconds later.
"Again, Aisha? Every time I find you girls, you're surrounded by these guys," Jason complained, prompting uncontrollable laughter from our group.
Morris's hand settled possessively on my shoulder. "Playing games, aren't you, Monica? You orchestrated this whole thing."
"Nobody extended an invitation to you," Natalie fired back at Jasper without sparing him a glance.
Jason released an exaggerated sigh. "Oh really? So my darling wife happened to mention exactly where she'd be tonight just for my information?"
"I saved you the stalking effort, but that wasn't an invitation for you or your friends," Aisha replied coolly.
