Sour Ferrari

Five

I'm certainly met with the luxurious atmosphere.I glance back at the glamorous cocktail bar,where bartenders are busy mixing drinks with skill and precision.A fancy balcony overlooks the dance floor aswell,giving a panoramic view of the patrons.It is the perfect spot to relax and enjoy the music and company of everyone else.That is if you're in the mood of clubbing, which I'm still not sure if I am.

I sit down on the lounge at our reserved area, a few close friends of Pierre and I are here. Along with my ex. Charlotte.

Atleast it isn't Alexandra.
I greet her with a polite smile and she makes her way over to me, sitting right next to me.
Okay?

"Long time no see, right?" She says with a soft smile. I can tell she's just trying to be friendly, but I'm not in the mood for it I swear.

"Yeah." I say, chuckling before calling a bartender over to order a drink. He gives me a glass with whiskey poured in it, he puts the whiskey bottle and a cola bottle on the table. I thank him and he leaves.

She continues talking,
"Soo, how have you been?" She asks.

I take a sip of my drink as I look around the club, not looking back at her.
"Good, yeah. You?" I'm trying to be nice honestly,I have no reason to be rude. We stayed friends.

"Yeah, me too." She smiles and I turn to look at her. I'm finished with my drink and I pour some whiskey and cola in my glass.

"Nice." I mumble, turning back to look around the club.

I get up and I chug my drink then put the glass back on the table.
"I'll be back. I need to go to the toilet." I say, my voice kind of husky now. Not that I need to explain anything to her, I could tell her to fuck off and I wouldn't care.

I slowly made my way through the drunk cold, smell of sweat and alcohol obviously everywhere. Alcohol was fine, but the sweat was disgusting.I scoffed as I finally got out of the huge crowd of people, walking into a hall where the bathrooms were.I furrow my eyebrows as I see a man wrapping his hands around a girl. They were right next to the men's bathroom, I glanced at them before entering so I could see if I recognized their faces. No. I didn't. I didn't recognize the man's face. I recognized hers.

I scoffed, almost as if I wanted to spit on them. I went inside the bathroom and did my business.I swear, she's no help. If we're fake dating you don't go with other guys in a club where anyone could see you.

I do my business in the bathroom,looking at myself in the bathroom mirror as I wash up and dry my hands. She's trying to ruin me or something? No,it can only ruin hers even more.People already think she slept her way in, and that she's a shitty driver - the last statement isn't false.
I don't give a fuck about her nor her reputation,as long as mine is okay.

I leave the bathroom, walking past them again.Death glaring her,they're not doing anything tho.Her eyes are softened up, it's like he's forcing himself onto her?

I make my way down the hall slow but steady, thinking about them for some reason.

Eyes. Softened. Up.
Forcing. Himself. Onto. Her.

I turn around and fasten my face a bit, I stand right beside them. The man is the same height as her, so I am taller.

With aggression I take his wrist and I push it off her waist, I push him in the chest - making him hit the wall. I put my hand on his chest, gripping it before it makes its way to his neck. I'm about to choke him.

"What the fuck are you doing? Forcing yourself onto a girl?" I yell at him, my Monégasque accent visible in my words.

He furrows his eyebrows and coughs as he feels my hand tightly gripped around his neck.
"I'm. Not." He coughs.

"What? Tell me! I can't hear you." I yell and he starts moving around, trying to make me let go off him. Instead I push him more onto the wall,his body seems like he's had enough of my choking so I unfortunately let him go.

I scoff at him.
"Don't ever come near a female again,stupide." I mumble, death glaring him.

I turn around and look at Vic, she seemed afraid. I cared, just a bit. Just because of my reputation, and she's weak. She can't defend herself. She would've already if she could.

I bite the inside of my cheek, I tilt my head slightly to the left - signaling to her to follow me. I put my hand on her back, pushing her forward a bit but not too harsh. I didn't want to do this, Dieu.

I make her follow me to the table where I was minutes before,just so I could ask Pierre for his keys.Charlotte looked a bit weirded out seeing Vic with me,I didn't say anything.I just took the keys and made Vic follow me.

We didn't say anything the whole time but she understood my body signals. I didn't want to talk, she didn't either I'm sure.

I pulled over to our hotel and I opened the door for her. She walked slow, she seemed afraid still. I can tell she didn't drink, I didn't ask her if she did. I didn't ask her if she was scared. I didn't ask her if he did anything. I didn't care either.

We made it to the front entrance and I noticed that she was shivering, her hands crossed to help her feel more warm.I bit the inside of my cheek and then sighed, I took off my jacket, putting it over her shoulders.

She looks up at me in awe, she was definitely still scared and she definitely didn't want me to be the one doing this. If it wasn't Diaz I would've hugged her, but no it's Vic. I'm not hugging her, no paparazzi no hug.

I put my hands in my pockets, standing there looking at her for a bit. I look around before sighing and then looking back at her.
"Have a good night." I mumble, leaving her standing there and going over to my car. Driving off.