My jaw clenches when I read the next text that arrives.
Mr. Scott, your sister just arrived at the club. Would you like me to seat her and her friend in VIP?
Absolutely fucking not. She’s supposed to take Emma to get a new outfit and then to dinner, not to a fucking club. I slide the phone into my pocket and head for the door.
“Mr. Scott! The night just started. Where are you heading off too?” A woman in a short-glittered dress calls out as she glides over.
“Someone’s in trouble,” I state absentmindedly as I pull my keys from my pocket.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Anything I can do to help?” She skims her finger along my blazer while fluttering her eyes at me.
I grab her wrist and move her disgusting hands away. “No, no not in trouble as in harmed. But she better pray that I calm down by the time I get to her.”
I push past, shaking a few hands and thanking them for having me. I try to temper my anger as I slide into my car and haul ass to the club. The club that I own.
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After a mess of hairspray and make up, we walk out of the penthouse, ready for a night out.
I have on the royal blue dress I bought earlier; it’s tighter and shorter than what I normally wear, but I bought it with the intention of wearing it for Aiden when we go out to dinner or something. I frown at the thought. Maxon, Aiden’s driver, is supposed to take us out tonight, but we opt out so smoothly I don’t think he’s aware we’re up to something.
Our first stop is an Italian restaurant. The ambiance of the place is beautiful; warm light cascades over the thick white tablecloths. There aren’t as many tables as I’m used to at a restaurant. We’re ushered to a very private spot upon arriving.
We can barely read the words on the menu and laugh at how ridiculous it all is. But when the food comes and everything melts in our mouths, we quickly declare it as our new favorite place. The waiter even told us our meal will be put on Mr. Scott’s tab and to enjoy the rest of our night.
I’ll thank Aiden for the beautiful scenery and food, if I ever speak to him again.
Who am I kidding? He’s all I can think about. Every time someone passes by in a black suit my heart races as I peer from the corner of my eye, hoping it’s him.
I shake my head; I should be mad at him. He used me. He had planned on having another girl at his place last night. Was I not special to him?
I chug down the remainder of my wine.
Our fake IDs aren’t necessary here, but I’m thankful they don’t bother to card us. It makes me feel more grown, more like a woman, more on par with Aiden. It gives me the confidence to go to the club and flirt with every guy to take my mind from him. No one owns me; I can do whatever I want.
It’s not like Aiden will ever find out anyways.
“So where is this club?” I look down the dark street while Ashley fixes her hair and smooths down her dress, putting my hand out to hail a cab.
Ashley grabs my hand and leads us down the sidewalk. “Just a few blocks over.” She claps as we make our way through the dark streets.
I stumble, trying to keep up with her long legs. How does she walk so quickly in heels? I glance down at my black stilettos, a thin strap wrapping around each ankle.
A long line wraps around the front of the club, but Ashley heads for the front door.
“What are you doing?” I watch the line speed by at a dizzying pace as we rush past.
“Seeing if we can just go straight in.” She winks as we walk up to a huge bouncer, who scans us both, a sleezy smirk spreads across his face.
“Welcome ladies.” He undoes a silk ribbon from a post and ushers us in. The thumping of music, flashing lights and fog fill the night as the steel door opens.
I drag Ashley to the bar, needing to forget Aiden and the pain in my chest. The bartender greets us promptly, and I look over at Ashley. “I’m drinking tonight. Order whatever will get me absolutely wasted.” I may be overreacting, but I thought he really liked me, but now that I know another girl is within reach it makes me feel like he’s a player. But he said I was his? What if that was just dirty talk?
She shoots me an odd look, but a wide smile plays on her face before she slides Aiden’s black card across the black countertop. “Tequila, double shots. Keep them coming and open us a tab please.”
The first shot hits me hard, and I’m thankful we ate earlier and had a nice walk to settle my stomach. My throat burns, but after the second shot, a soothing warmth spreads to my stomach.
“Calm down, tiger.” Ashley jokes as she slides a third shot out of my reach.
I pout. I notice a man dressed in a suit watching Ashley from across the bar. His head is tilted to the side, as though curious.
“Don’t look now but someone is eyeing you,” I murmur as I reach for the shot, downing it before Ash can stop me.
“Who?” She asks, thankfully not turning around because he’s making his way towards us.
“He’s
