“What are you making?”
“Tacos.” She tells me, giggling. “Yes, I know, how creative, but I miss the tacos my mom used to make me. It’s all about the seasoning of your meat and the greasiness of your tortillas.”
“Will you make me some too?”
“Are you sure, I mean, all this,” Lola waves her knife around in the air. “Is due to the generosity of Kevin. Who should be illegal for being so damn sexy?” Lola looks up as if she is thinking about Kevin. I roll my eyes.
“I’m surprise he picked up the stuff to make tacos.”
“He didn’t do it on his own,” She says, knowingly.
“Huh?”
“He came over here first and I went to the store with him.”
“He doesn’t know what crossing the line is. And you trusted him, a stranger?” I ask.
“Well, to be honest, I wanted to spend more time in his presence. I really wanted to suck him in and keep him forever.” She laughs.
“Oh my, Lola, I am really glad we are going out tomorrow night, you really need to get laid.” I giggle.
“You should invite Kevin to go too.” She suggests.
“I don’t think so.” My giggle died in my throat.
“Why not?” Lola sounds a little disappointed.
“You don’t remember him, do you?” I ask, changing the subject.
Lola looks up and stares into my eyes for a beat, and then she slap her hand onto the counter. “Oh my God, Kevin is the guy from the hardware store!”
“Do you think he’s my soul mate too?” I tease.
She narrows her eyes at me and smiles. “You are going to have one heck of a life here, with two guys fighting over you.” She laughs.
I stare back at her with my mouth wide open.
It’s Saturday night.
The air in my room is thick. I’m having a hard time breathing and the butterflies in my stomach won’t settle down. Pressing my hand onto my chest, I take a deep inhale of breath.
You need to calm your nerves, Angel.
This will be my first time out in over two years. Saying that I am nervous is an understatement.
I stare into the eyes of the girl in the mirror. The girl that holds the guilt, she wasn’t able to hold anymore two years ago.
The mark on her hand that is press firmly on her chest is still a reminder of the day she gave up.
Her long dark brown hair is styled with curls on the ends. She has on a pretty little dress and her make-up is done to perfection.
I want to the feel the way I look. Happy, healthy and beautiful.
“Are you almost ready?” Lola asks walking into my room breaking my lament. “Wow, you are going to break hearts tonight.”
I smile at her.
I chose my dress to fit the personality I wanted to portray tonight.
Fun and sexy.
My crème color dress is very short with a flowy skirt. The strapless top of the dress hugs me tight and pushes my boobs up.
Lola is wearing a tight fitting purple dress that hangs off her shoulder and covers just enough of her thigh. Her curly hair is style slick straight tonight.
“And look at you. You will have guys fighting for your attention,” I tell her.
“I know,” She does a little model pose behind me looking into the mirror.
I giggle. “Is Aubrey and Zoe ready yet?”
“Yes, they are in the living room waiting on you my dear,”
I walk away from the mirror. Lola steps forward, and takes over the mirror. She puts her weight on one foot to the other trying to find the best pose for tonight.
I grab my phone and my little Gucci wristlet off of my night stand.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yes, Yes!” She walks out of my room clapping her hands.
Shaking my head, I follow her out.
We find Aubrey and Zoe waiting at the door. Aubrey has on black booty shorts and a black sheer blouse with silver poky dots on them. Zoe has on a gray tight mini skirt and a black tank top on. With our mile high pumps and long legs, well mine is shorter than them, but we are a fierce looking group of gals.
“Angel, oh my God, you look amazing. Please don’t stand next to me when we get to the club. You will take all of my free drinks.” Aubrey looks at Zoe laughing.
“Wait I thought we are getting a VIP table courtesy of your boyfriend, which drinks will be free all night,” Zoe tells her looking very confused.
“We are,” Aubrey snaps at her. “But you know it’s an ego booster when a good looking guy offers to buy you a drink.”
“Oh, got it,” Zoe laughs and look around nervously.
I glimpse over to Lola and she is rolling her eyes. I cough into my hand to stop from laughing.
“I think the cab is here,” Lola tells them pushing her way to the front door and opening it.
The cab driver stops the car right in front of the club. As I am getting out of the cab, my eyes found the side of the building, which there is a monstrous line of people. I turn away when quite a few people in line gave me their dirty looks.
We confidently walk up to the bouncer at the front of the line.
“Name,” He tells us without looking from his clipboard.
“Henry, you really are going to ask me for my name,” Aubrey says flirtatiously.
Henry looks up and beams at her. “Girl, you know you are too special to be standing in line.” He removes the red velvet rope and usher us into the door. Aubrey gives him a kiss on the cheek on her way in.
Aubrey leads the way through the crowd of people. I fall behind to make sure I am the last person following the group. I try my hardest to be oblivious to the lights and the crowd. But the panic creeping up my body is not letting up.
Lola turns around and grabs my hand. It was as if she knew I was close to a break down. I let Lola half lead and half drag me along with her.
The VIP section for us is in the back of the club. The section is on a platform and there are bars lined around it. There is a bouncer guarding the bottom of the steps.
When Aubrey gets to him, he too gives her an ear to ear smile. He moves out of the way for us to move up the steps.
In the middle of the section, there’s a big white U-shaped couch and behind it was a full service bar. Two sexy dressed bartenders, who were standing behind the bar, moves out to us as fast as they could when they see us.
“Hi Ms. Nicks, what can we get for you and your lovely friends.” One of them asks Aubrey when we sat down on the couch.
“We are here to celebrate our new addition to our house.” Aubrey tells her. “I want a bottle of Cristal to start us off. And then you can bring us my usual.” Aubrey waves her hand to dismiss the bartenders.
I see Lola narrowing her eyes at Aubrey. I lean into Lola far enough to whisper in her ear.
“Is she always like this?” I ask into Lola’s ear.
Lola nods and we both laugh quietly.
The bottle of Cristal comes to us a moment later and we now each have a glass in our hands.
“Angel, I’m so happy that you are living in the house. I hope we will become the best of friends.” Aubrey half yell across Zoe and Lola to me.
I give her a small smile and we all click our glasses.
“I want to dance now,” Zoe says dancing in her seat.
“You guys go ahead I want to enjoy more of my champagne.” I say.
“Are you sure?” Lola asks.
“Yes,” I nod
The girls leave with Lola glancing back to me once.
I slowly sip my drink and look out to the crowd and I blink, I blink again. My eyes stays focus on the person I am looking at.
Boy, does he look pissed.
I move my gaze away from him and pretend I didn’t see him. As if that will be enough to keep him away.
Shit, he’s making his way over to me. I set the glass down, make my way to the stairs and onto the dance floor in a frantic. I feel my phone buzzing in my wristlet.
; It’s him, don’t look, and just keep moving.
I find Lola and the girls dancing together. They have guys around them. Lola has her back to a guy, dancing her heart out and she’s grinning.
She reaches her hands out to take mine’s and I start to move with her. She lets my hands go when she see that I am dancing.
A very good looking boy comes up to me and starts dancing. I hook an arm around his neck to bring him in closer. He presses his body onto mine and sways his hips. I move with him.
“You’re so beautiful. Where have you been all my life?” He murmurs into my ear.
I giggle and move my back to him without breaking any body contact. He pulls me in close with his hand that is on my stomach.
As we continue to dance my mind drift away from him. Is he still coming after me? Is he watching me dance with this guy? I want him to see how much I am enjoying dancing with cutie boy here, I don’t know why. But I do.
I move my dance moves up a notch in the sexiness range by bending down and tapping the floor with one hand. I move back up slowly and grind my hips against my dance partner.
We dance just like this for a moment. I don’t know when I felt him sliding his hands off of me, I am a little irritated that he didn’t have the courtesy to tell me he’s leaving.
My irritation is cut short when a big strong arm circles around to the front of my body and crushes me to him. The familiar scent of sweet earthy manliness invades my senses and I fight his tattoos covered arms off of me. His arm comes back and he presses his hand on one of my boobs. He chuckles into my hair.
Yanking his arm away from me, I turn around and slap him.
“You really need to know your boundaries Kevin,” I yell at him and stomp away.
He follows right behind me.
He grabs my arm and turns me back around. “It was an accident.”
“Is it really?” I glare at him.
Kevin rubs his chin with his thumb and look up as if he is thinking. I reach up with my free hand to slap him again but he stops me, while laughing.
“Yes, it was,” He says grinning. “And I am still mad at you.” His eyes are burning green letting me know he’s telling the truth.
“Let. Me. Go.” I order.
“Before I let you go,” He says. “Did you want that dude you were dancing with?”
“It was just a dance,” I say “And no, I don’t want him.”
“Okay,” Kevin says dropping my arm. “Be good, I don’t want to have to stop another showstopper dance move of yours.” He turns around and walks away.
He leaves me with my mouth open wide.
“Was that too hot to handle Kevin?” Lola asks when she walks up to me.
“Yes,” I roll my eyes at her.
I turn away from her and make my way back to our VIP section.
I don’t acknowledge the bouncer and make a beeline to the sparkling liquid calling my name. The moment the rim of the glass touches my lips, the liquid sweetness was gone in a second. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hands.
“Sexy,” Lola looks at me before she takes a seat on the couch. “Just so you know, Aubrey is dry humping Kevin on the dance floor.”
Rage boils up my body and I slam my champagne glass down onto the table.
“I’m going to get another drink,” I tell Lola.
She nods her head looking amused. I pretend to not see her mocking face and walk away to the bar.
“Having a good time?” The bartender asks me noticing the upset look on my face.
“I’m trying to.”
She gives me a sympathetic look. “I will make you my very own special drink that will take your boy troubles away.” She winks at me. “I will take it to you when it’s done.”
“Thank you,”
When I get back to Lola, I hear Zoe talking.
“I don’t understand why she thinks this is ok,”
“She knows what she’s doing,” Lola tells Zoe. “She wants what she is doing to get back to Liam, for whatever her reason is.”
“Isn’t Angel going to get mad at her?” Zoe leans in close to Lola not wanting anyone to hear, but I heard her clearly.
“Who am I going to be mad at?” I look at Zoe and Lola before sitting down next to Lola.
“Oh nothing,” Zoe say looking away.
“It’s okay Zoe, Kevin is just Angel’s friend,” Lola gives me a mischievous look. “Right, Angel?”
“Yup,” I shoot Zoe a smile and narrow my eyes at Lola.
Lola shrugs and mouth “Whatever.”
“What happen to the guy you were dancing with,” I ask to take the attention from this whole Kevin fiasco.
Lola’s face lights up and she sits up straighter. “We exchange numbers, he’s coming back to get me when he’s done hanging with his boys.”
“You are going home with him?”
“No, I really like him and I want to get to know him more. So no sex for me today,”
We turn to see the guy she was dancing with early waving for her to go to him. Lola bounces off of her seat nearly knocking the two bartenders standing near me with full trays in their hands.
“I’m so sorry,” Lola murmurs walking away.
A pink liquid concoction with pink sugar lining the rim of the cup is thrust into my hand. I take a sip and nod approvingly to the bartender. They set a tall bottle of vodka, tall pitchers of orange juice, cranberry juice, and pineapple juice on the table and a bucket of ice.
“Aubrey’s usual,” She says flatly. “Let me know if you need another, okay?” She smiles at me and they both walk away.
“Don’t mind me but I’m going to get drunk tonight,” Zoe eyes are huge as she grabs the vodka bottle.
I take a sip of my drink and laugh at her silliness.
I survey the crowd inside the club and almost choke on my drink when I see them. Kevin has his arms around Aubrey and he’s slowly rubbing is hands down the back of her body stopping at her butt. She throws her head back and laughs as he squeezes her ass. Her arms are wrapped around his neck. Kevin bends his head down to her neck and kisses it or he is sucking it, because his lips stays on her body for a while.
An uneasy feeling creeps up my chest, a feeling I had before when my first boyfriend broke up with me. Why am I feeling like this? Kevin doesn’t mean anything to me. I set my drink down on the table gently to not cause alarm to Zoe. I get up slowly and try to walk away but Zoe has been watching me.
“Where are you going?” She asks.
“I’m going outside to get some air.” I lie.
Kevin and Aubrey are planted where I have to walk by them to get out. I see Kevin turning his head away from Aubrey to watch where I was going.
I make it out the door when he comes up behind me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Kevin demands.
“Home,” I reach for the door handle to the taxi cab that was parked in front of me.
“You’re not getting in that cab, Angel.” He growls.
“I need to get home, Kevin. So just let me be, okay?”
“I’ll take you home.” He walks over to take my hand.
I let go of the door handle and step closer to him. His lip twitches into a smile but he holds back his victory grin.
“Why are you holding back your shit eating grin?” I ask annoyed.
“It won’t help the situation,” He says laughing.
Kevin doesn’t let go of my hand as we make our way to his truck, which I see is parked down the street.
“Kevin, where are you going?” I hear Aubrey whine behind us.
We stop and turn to address Aubrey. Kevin’s hand tightens around my fingers.
“I’m taking Angel home.”
“You don’t want to take me home too?” Aubrey asks bending her head to the side to add innocence to her words. But she wants so much more.
I cringe.
“Not tonight, maybe another time,” Kevin tells her flatly.
Hurt washes over Aubrey’s face. Sh
e stays quiet for a moment before she turns on her heels and walk away.
“Do you want her?” I whisper.
“She’s fun.” He grins. “Is someone jealous?”
“No,” I yank my hand away from his and walk to the passenger door of his truck.
Kevin opens the door and helps me climb onto the seat, his hand grazing the bottom of my ass that meets my thigh.
My leg tingles down to my toes.
I lay my head onto the window when I’m safely in the truck. Kevin closes the door and I jump back up.
“Oh my God, Kevin, I don’t have the keys to get into the house.” I open my tiny wristlet to look inside anyways, knowing very well the keys are not there.
Kevin takes his eyes off the road to take a quick glance my way. Seeing my panicked face, he places his hand over mind to calm me down.
“It’s okay you can spend the night at my place.” He states as if it’s the easiest thing to do.
“Um...I don’t think so,” I shake my head.
“Then where shall I drop you off at? Back at the club?” He raises his eyebrow.
Knowing that I have no other choice, I stay quiet.
“Well?” He presses.
I don’t answer him.
“It’s my place then,” He says.
Kevin doesn’t talk the rest of the way to his place while I fidget with my wristlet.
“You know I was fucking so close to throwing your coin purse out the window.” He tells me as he pulls his truck into a tall building’s drive way.
I jump and stare in shock as a man opens my door. “Umm...Kevin,” I reach for him and finding air.
“Miss?” The man stares at me expectedly.
“Angel, get out of the car. He needs to park it,” Kevin says.
“Oh,” I laugh softly to hide my embarrassment while I climb out of the truck.
Kevin holds out his hand for me to take it. Without a second thought, I take his hand.
The moment we get into the elevator, Kevin shocks me by pulling me into him. He buries his head into my hair.
“What number,” I ask him reaching for the buttons.
“Penthouse,” He murmurs into my hair.
“Who are you, Kevin?” I whisper.
He angles his head dropping his forehead to mine he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he chastely kisses the tip of my nose.
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