New Year's Eve (4)

More than five minutes had passed, and Spade had yet to contact him again. This time, Arren really panicked. Wait, was he easily seen through? Something really had gone wrong with his script!

It was truly naive of him to think he could buy at most half an hour for this plan to succeed, and he only succeeded for five minutes! It was shameful, just thinking about it. 

What should he do? Should he leave now and come home? He was certain that the alpha might be already on the way here. However, if he did that, he would only be digging his grave deeper than he initially intended. 

Arren slumped himself into the couch, staring at his phone, almost lying in it. After thinking for a moment, he realized that it wasn't truly necessary. Wasn't it his plan to mess with Spade in the first place after ignoring him the whole day?