Three years after our breakup, I bumped into my werewolf ex at the biggest club in New York.
He brought a girl with him that night. They were sitting in the VIP booth right across the bar. You couldn't miss them—she had her hands all over him.
"Dirty Martini."
I made the drink and handed it to the server.
"Another one."
2:00 AM. Third ticket. Same drink.
"Sir, we're closing soon."
"Then bring it over yourself."
I crumpled the ticket into a ball. Three drinks in one night. Either he's genuinely t