Her words stung, but before I could respond, Bradley, acting as if I didn’t even exist, casually draped his arm around Courtney’s shoulders. “Relax, Courtney,” he said with a smirk. “None of us are short of money. Even if Jordan smashes the whole private room, we can cover it.”
Then he glanced at me, his eyes flicking to his arm resting on her, and added with a sly smile, “Hey, Jordan, don’t worry about it. We’ve known each other forever—like family. A shoulder bump is nothing. But if it bothers you, I’ll make sure to watch it next time.”
Before I could say anything, Courtney laughed and brushed him off. “Bradley, ignore him. He’s stingy with money and jealous when it comes to love!”
Courtney wrapped her arm around Bradley’s waist, her eyes locking onto mine with a provocative gleam. “Do you have any objections?” she asked, daring me to respond.
I shook my head, keeping my expression calm despite the knot tightening in my chest. In a steady, measured tone, I replied, “No objections. And if you two are willing to keep the show going, I wouldn’t mind seeing something more… exciting.”