Chapter 162 CHAPTER 162: CROCODILE TEARS

KADE’S POV

I’d imagined seeing Natasha again a thousand times. None of those times involved running into her at a fucking strip club.

The anger I carried around towards her took a backseat to the shock reverberating through me.

Her eyes wide, Natasha gasped, “Oh my God, Kade!”

Lance leaned back in his chair. “Yo, Kade, you know the stripper?”

I ignored him. He had both hands on Dizzy’s breasts and was more occupied by her ass on his dick than anything else around him.

“What the fuck?” I yelled over the loud music, glaring at Natasha.

Her lips—an ungodly shade of red—quivered, and her eyes watered. “Can we talk, please?”

“We’re talking,” I said coldly.

She shook her head. “In private.”

I laughed harshly. “Really, Natasha? You think now is a good time to play another one of your shitty games?”