Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Judy's POV

"There you are! Come on, you need to catch up," Irene said as she placed another shot in front of me. I sat at the bar and took the shot, wincing at the sting as it hit my throat. She chuckled at my expression before taking another shot herself. "God, I hate these parties," she started to slur.

"Charity events?" I asked her, kind of surprised. These parties were in her element; I thought she loved dressing up and meeting up with other rich people.

"Anything that has to do with stuck up rich assholes," she muttered, taking a sip of her wine and rolling her eyes. "I always hated this kind of thing."

"I never knew that," I told her. I felt the buzz of the alcohol making my head a bit cloudy. I looked around at my surroundings and saw how gorgeous everybody was; they were all mingling among themselves and laughing at stuff that probably wasn't even all that funny.

My eyes found Gavin on the other side of the room, Rachel by his side. They were speaking to a few men in suits, men I didn't recognize, but they looked as if they were all old friends... including Rachel. She was laughing at their chokes and putting her hand on their arms as she spoke, making the men blush and chuckle. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; and the fact that Gavin just stood there and didn't do anything about it for some reason annoyed me even more.

Like if he was going to be in a relationship with a woman, at least act like it.

I turned away from him before he caught me staring. Irene noticed the expression on my face and glanced over at her father.

rolling her eyes for the

giant wad of

laughed when he walked away. She raised her

bit too loudly, making me cackle

definitely having an

one going down a lot smoother than

was feeling

but she didn't seem to notice.

she agreed, pulling me off the bar

this type of event, or the music being played. But in our drunken state, we both found it to be hilarious. We laughed until our be hurt. She started off with the chicken dance and then ended attempting to break dance. I did some

in our own drunken stupor and lame dance moves that we didn't even notice that half the audience was watching us. Most of them looked horrified, but at the

hand wrapped around my wrist. The entire room was spinning, and I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of me. I barely noticed that