I step behind her, keeping eyes on her in the huge mirror before us.
Clasping the zipper, her body tenses from the cold rings across my fingers.
Achingly slow, I start closing her dress, placing a single kiss on her shoulder before looking back up...
They all push me out of the doorway and place down the bags.
"We are getting you ready for your party A, you know where we are going?" Ava exclaims, way too excited.
"That club downtown!" Sophie blurts, covering her mouth.
"With the cute bartender." Alex wiggles their brows at me
Well this is going to be a long day.
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After hours of them judging my style, they decide on a basic black dress.
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Not my choice.
Dresses make me feel uncomfortable, just a lot is showing and I'm not a fan. Other girls look amazing though.
We are sat in the back of an uber and my legs is bouncing up and down rapidly.
The bright neon sign comes into view.
Apex Fusion.
Dumb name in my opinion but that's irrelevant.
Stepping out the car, I take in the last breath of fresh air before the night of sweat and alcohol.
I walk in and immediately, there's people staring.
And this is why I hate going out.
Although, one particular set of ogling eyes catches my attention.
He sits in a booth in the corner, legs spread apart, glass of whatever hes drinking in one hand, resting his head on the other. Staring directly at me.
Wow.
I soon realise I'm staring when I see a small smirk stretch across his face.
Shaking myself out of it, I grasp Ava's hand and make my way over to the bar, through the sea of people.
I sit on one of the, probably dirty, barstools and wave my hand at the cute guy mixing a cocktail of some sorts.
Ava suddenly walks away and I'm left all by myself. In a crowded bar. Filled with all sorts of people, most likely some perverts.
I feel a strong sense of anxiety creeping up on me but I put it aside and order a basic drink.
Until I feel a presence beside me.
Tilting my head slightly, I see him.
His arm, scattered with tattoos, leans against the bar, a long, prominent vein running down it.
Damn.
"Not your scene?" he asks, slightly mockingly.
"Not at all." I reply, dropping my head down to face my crossed legs.
"Whats your name, gorgeous?"
"Hm, giving a man you met 20 seconds ago at a bar your name. Seems like a great idea." I laugh.
"Fair point. Dominic." He raises his hand in front of my and I see silver rings splayed across almost every finger.
Okay. Hot.
Raising my hand, I place it in his, and quite honestly, the size of my hand compared to his is embarrassing.
The corner of his lips tilt up as he drops his hand from mine. He takes a single step closer to me, his eyes not fraying away from me.
"You seem smart enough to know you shouldn't be here by yourself, so where are your friends?" he questions.
Turning back to face forward, I quickly down the rest of my drink on the bar.
"Probably out there dancing with some hot guy or girl they found."
He tilts his head to the side while looking out onto the dance floor.
"Seems pretty fucked up to me."
I let a small smile on my face. Pulling a chair up, he places himself a few inches away from me.
Woah.
"If I was to put my hand on your leg, would that be okay, or would you slap me and run out of here?" he asks with a tiny smile on his face. " I'd hate to fuck up not even 10 minutes into this conversation."
Turning my head towards him, I give a curt nod and his warm hand rests on my lower thigh.
My cheeks start to heat up so I quickly look away.
I jump when I feel him grasp my chin and twist my head back to face him, I refrain from getting down on one knee then and there.
Kidding.
I watch the smirk on his face grow as my mouth drops open barely. God, this man.
The cool metal rings dig into my face as he studies my face, his eyes flitting between my eyes and my lips.
Don't do it Alaina, you've known him for 5 minutes.
All that goes out the window as I notice him leaning forward.
"God, you are something else, beautiful." he mutters under his breath.
Butterflies.
"How about this. I give you my number, and then its completely your decision on whether to call or not."
Uh yes please.
Trying not to be too enthusiastic, I look up into his eyes as he gazes down at me.
"Sure. Sounds good"
He pulls a pen out and scribbles on a napkin in front of me. Gently, he places it in my palm an encloses my fingers around it
"I hope to see you soon."
And with that, he removes his hands and walks away.
