They say a successful marriage requires falling in love more than once, always with the same person.
Nadia has witnessed pain in various ways, even having her own share in the past. During a night where she thought she and the love of her life woul...
We took a cab to Jimmy'z, having the luxury of getting inside immediately. Gabby held my hand as we headed to the bar and found two vacant seats that were just left behind by a couple. I leaned against the bartop as Gabby ordered some shots as well as an old fashioned for me and a margarita for her.
My eyes wandered around the club, observing the different types of party goers. This was my second time in Jimmy'z, the first mostly spent in the middle of the dance floor. A few guys invited us over to their table and I vaguely remember one of them asking for my number and me giving him a fake one.
Some guys had turned their heads towards our direction and I could feel them checking us out. Feeling hot with the number of people in the room, I took off my leather jacket and one of the bartenders offered to keep it behind the counter for me along with my purse. I was left in a black slip dress with thin diamond straps and black knee high boots.
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"Here you go." Gabby said before passing me a shot of amber liquid. Tequila— her shot of choice.
"What are we toasting to tonight?" I asked as I accepted the glass. Every night we go out, we start off with a round of shots and she always has something to cheers to.
"To being single in Monaco." She began, raising her glass in the air. "May we find a hot guy who meets our very high standards and go back to the hotel with a little souvenir." She smirked, clinking her glass with mine and we both knocked our heads back, the alcohol sliding down our throats.
I set it back down, not bothering to use the lemon the bartender had set aside for us. "Little?" I asked Gabby, smirking. A warmth had spread through my body and I could already feel myself letting loose.
"Size doesn't matter, baby. It's all about the performance." She winked before grabbing her drink and my hand with the other. I only managed to spill a bit of mine before she dragged me to the dance floor.
A remix of I Feel It Coming by The Weeknd began playing through the speakers and I raised my left hand up in the air, hips swaying against the music. Gabby was mouthing the lyrics as she did the same, a foolish grin on her face. I watched as her eyes moved to something behind me and I turned around to see a small brunette standing by the bar. He was talking to a friend but he kept on glancing back at Gabby, even tipping his bottle of beer in our direction when he saw she was looking at him as well.
"Go." I laughed, pushing her to head to his direction.
"Are you sure?" She asked, looking from me to the guy, and I nodded my head.
"If anyone's getting laid tonight, it's definitely you."
"You never know what could happen." She smirked before kissing my cheek and downing her drink. I shook my head as Gabby sauntered away, and I let myself get back into the music.
It wasn't long before I felt a presence behind me, light touches ghosting over my waist. I turned around to see a guy with dark brown hair that was properly styled and blue green eyes that didn't bother being subtle as his eyes raked over my body.
