The booming sound of Rihanna's 'Work' blasts through the speakers of the overly packed club the multitude of colors coming from the strobe lights is enough to give me a headache. As more alcohol drenched sweaty bodies bump into me I can't help but to wonder why exactly am I here. If another man dares to grab my butt, I'm going to kill someone. I could be at home studying for my sociology quiz. Not in the all black decorated club at eleven at night, seriously who decorates a club purely black everything. The walls, the tiled floor, and the dang bar all black. The screaming coming from my right reminds me to as why I'm here. Jasmine Wallace, my five foot six best friend. Her short cut golden chestnut hair is styled to perfection. The red bodycon dress fits her light caramel complexion amazingly. She is the main reason that I'm out tonight, wearing a nude lace dress that barely covers my mocha five foot five frame. According to her I needed to 'stop being an old lady and go out'. Which is exactly how I ended up at the Devil's Playpen. No seriously that's the name of the place. Who in their right mind names a club Devil's Playpen? Sounds like a place for those who like to partake in BDSM sexual acts.
"Here drink up" Jas shouts in my ear holding a shot of dark liquor.
I groan, "what is that Jas?"
"Just drink!"
I take the shot throwing it back letting the amber liquid burn my throat. She places the empty glasses on the bar before dragging me to the dance floor. Yo Gotti's 'Down in the DM' plays through the speakers and Jas grinds her body on mine. I can't help but to move my body to the song. As I glance back up from my four inch black booties I notice Reagan, our other best friend, grinding on Jas. Her strawberry blonde hair swaying with her body movements. Her olive skin tone accentuated by the blush colored crop top and lace skirt ensemble. I let loose knowing that ultimately if stuff goes down my girls got me. You ever get so lost in the music you forget everything around you? Well that's exactly what happened to me. I hadn't noticed the body that was behind mine with a disgusting erection. I hadn't noticed my best friends with their own dancing partners. I definitely hadn't notice the bright emerald eyes watching my every move from the balcony of the club. I happen to look up to see him watching me with a clenched jaw. The overpowering need to cover up my body cascaded over me like a warm blanket. He turns his back to the railing whispering something to the two guys next to him before walking away. I move from the creep behind me knowing I'm in desperate need of a drink. I order a vodka sprite surprised when I'm not carded. Before I can take one sip of my drink I'm cornered by the same two guys from the balcony.
"We need you to come with us ma'am" the buff one states. "Please" he adds after noticing my apprehension.
I make quick work of my drink before following the two mysterious guys. I know any other other person in their right mind would've ran like a bat out of hell but something told me not to push these guys. Plus, if I end up dead my friends would burn this place to the ground, they're crazy like that. We go up the steps and down a couple of dimly lit hallways before stopping at double black glass doors. The buff guy knocks before a velvet gruff voice shouts to come in. We walk into the room and the first thing I notice is balcony guy. Shoulder length silky black hair, skin tanned to perfection, and Lord he's tall as hell. The second thing I notice is the glass wall to my left overlooking the whole club. The sound of the door closing catches my attention and I notice that the two guys are no longer around.
"Come" the mysterious man commands from the glass wall.
Would it kill him to ask just a little nicer? Nonetheless I slowly walk over to him. The man screams power and I for one am not a stupid person. I'm too young to die over something as silly as not walking twenty feet. When I reach him he grabs my hand tightly while closing his eyes. I groan when his grip tightens unbearably.
"You're hurting me" I grunt out trying to pull my hand away from the handsome stranger.
"Tell your friends you're leaving for the evening then meet me out front" he says dryly not bothering to look at me.
Is this man crazy? I don't even know his name yet he wants me to leave the club with him? Not going to happen at all. "I don't know you!"
He turns to look down at me, emerald eyes shinning with annoyance. "You will do as I fucking say. Don't dare talk to anyone else or this will turn out worse for you."
I resist the urge to yell out from his painful grip on my hand. "Okay! Please let go!"
He releases the death grip on my hand. "You have exactly ten minutes."
I scatter away from him walking out the office back down to the main section of the club. Luckily I find both Jas and Reagan still on the dance floor. I quickly grab both of their arms pulling them to the bathroom, much to their dismay. They don't have a crazy man threatening them or making them leave the club.
"What the hell Danica!" Reagan groans as I lock the empty bathroom door.
"I'm leaving with a guy, he's-"
"Way to fucking go Danny!" Jas interrupts loudly.
"He's crazy so if I'm not home in the morning call the cops."
"Okay."
I glance at my watch noticing I have exactly two minutes to get to him. "Shit." I rush out the bathroom pushing through the drunk bodies to get to the front of the club.
Knowing the stranger seems to be a stickler for time. I don't even want to think of what would happen if I'm not there on time. The rational side of me is screaming about how crazy this is. I don't know this man yet I'm dead set on making sure not to get on his bad side. What type of shit is that? But then again he could kill me. Once I'm outside there's the same two guys that got me from the bar next to an all black Range Rover.
"Hurry the fuck up! I don't have all day!" the stranger yells from the driver's side.
I can't help but roll my eyes before getting in the car. Isn't this some form of kidnapping? He acts like I asked to go with him or hold him up. No I didn't, I just wanted to enjoy my night out.
"Do I even get to know your name?" I ask breaking the tense silence.
"Matteo, now shut up" he grumbles.
"Danica, nice to meet you too" I reply sarcastically before looking out the window.
Sorry I wanted to know the name of the man forcing me to be with him for the night. What the hell was I thinking? The beautiful landscape of New York city night life passes by as he continues to drive. Where the heck are we even going anyway? This is definitely not how I thought my night would end. At this point all I want to do is crash in my soft bed. Suddenly the car stops in front of a tall building complex. I get out the car following him as he walks in. The lobby is done in a cream and gold color scheme with high ceilings and huge flashy chandeliers. The doorman and the people at the front desk stare at us as we walk pass, didn't anybody ever tell them that it's impolite to stare? We get on the elevator and he presses the P button and it's not long before we've reach the floor. He puts in a code at cream double doors before opening it. The walls are a sleek gray color, the floors are a dark hardwood, and there's a circular side table. I can't believe someone like him lives in such a nice place.
"I'll be back in a while" he says snapping me out my stupor.
"What?" I ask confused.
"I'm leaving, make yourself comfortable."
"You expect me to stay here until you come back?"
"I don't like repeating myself."
"No! Hell no!"
He glares at me stepping closer. "You will do as I say! You are mine it'd do well for you to remember that."
"I don't belong to anybody, especially not a complete stranger."
"Don't test me tesoro!"
He walks out the door slamming it shut behind him. He's really out his damn mind if he thinks that I'm going to stay here while he's out doing God knows what. I'll give it some time then I'm leaving this penthouse. He made that whole scene at the club just to leave me here by my damn self. Who fucking does that? I could be in my own bed by now getting some much needed sleep. Not to mention taking off these damn things I call shoes. I walk out the suite pressing down for the elevator. Once I reach the ground floor I go out the back knowing that the front desk might snitch on me. I don't need the drama of Matteo finding out I left. I walk a few blocks before hailing a cab and about time I get home it's around three thirty in the morning. I pay the cab driver before walking into my apartment and I notice Jas and Reagan aren't here yet. The damn dirty hoes. I kick off my shoes once I'm in my room. Quickly removing my clothes, I walk into my en suite. After a quick shower I throw on panties and a t-shirt, before climbing into my bed. Oh how I missed you.
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