Brielle:
We get back home after our date that was lovely until Olivia ruined it. I haven't said much to Noah since we left. I just don't know what to say. I'm not the insecure or jealous type she just makes me that way I don't know what it is.
I set my purse down on the couch and grab a beer from the fridge. Beer isn't the best and yes my breath is going to smell like shit but I don't give a fuck.
I plop down on the couch and turn the tv on. I watch Friends since it's on right now. I sit in peace until Noah comes and sits down beside me.
"What?" I ask still mad at him.
"You're quiet" he mumbles.
"I have nothing to say."
"Brielle, stop being childish! Just talk-" I cut him off.
"Childish?! Really Noah? How am I childish. You tell me that there's nothing going on. She clearly has feelings for you. Even the blind could see it clearly don't mug me off like that Noah" I laugh at his stupidity.
"Brielle" he places his hand on my leg, "what the fuck am I supposed to do? Tell me..explain to me..we moved across the country for three months. I signed a fucking contract. Tell me! What am I supposed to do?"
I slap his hand off of my leg, "figure it out Noah! Or I'm leaving. If I leave, Noah don't bother talking to me when you get back to LA" I shake my head and look away from him.
"Brielle if I leave this job it'll fuck me over..really badly. It's unprofessional I can't just throw it away" he whines.
"I told you where I'm at. I need some space, can you just leave me alone?" I ask annoyed.
"Alright..I'm gonna go" he mumbles.
I watch him walk out the door of the penthouse. Where the hell could he be going this time of night? He doesn't even know anyone.
I pick up my phone and call Connor.
Connor: hey love, what's up?
Brielle: I need to party.
Connor: meet me at the club in like 15? I'm almost finished with this date.
Brielle: alright babes.
I hang up and go in my closet to see what to wear. I end up wearing a short dark blue dress with black 4 inch heels and I grab my Luis Vuitton hand bag that matches Connor and Lana's. I hope he's using his, it would be so cute.
I head out to the street to grab a taxi and I see Noah standing out on the side walk. I huff and try to walk down the street hoping he doesn't see me but of course I'm not the slick.
"Brielle..where are you going?" Noah asks.
"I could ask the same for you but I didn't" I hiss at him.
"I'm going to the bar to go meet Kevin, Connor introduced me to him while you were gone."
"Did I ask? No I didn't."
I storm off in my four inch heels not with any sort of direction but I know walking around this city in my apparel isn't a good idea.
I grab a taxi and head down to the club Connor goes to with Lana. When we arrive I pay the driver and get out. It's not as crowded as it was on a Friday night so I shouldn't have any problems finding Connor.
I walk in and head towards the back when I'm stopped by a tall guy. He's very striking but obviously I'm with Noah.
"You know you're heading into the gays section" he says.
"Is that a problem?" I laugh.
"You don't look- I'm sorry I shouldn't have assumed. I'm Tom"
"Nice to meet you assuming Tom, I'm Brielle"
He chuckles, "I like that, why don't I buy you a drink?"
"Assuming my sexuality and now you're offering to buy me a drink?" I laugh, "I'm bisexual by the way, I'm meeting a friend though."
"I'm sure she or he won't mind if you have a drink with me though" he raises his brow with a grin across his lips.
"I would be dumb if I passed down a free drink even if it comes by an assuming guy named Tom."
He chuckles again, "you're going to use that against me all night, aren't you?"
I arch my brow, "who said I'd be here all night" a slight grin forms on my lips.
"Stop playing with me Brielle! Let's go get these drinks, shall we?" He holds his hand out for me to take.
I walk with him while our fingers are intertwined and we go sit at the bar. He orders us two drinks to sip on while we talk.
"So you came here for?" He asks.
"I thought I told you" I giggle, "to meet a friend."
"Yes but obviously no one delightfully goes to a night club on a Wednesday unless they need it. Am I wrong?"
"How'd you know?" I ask with widened eyes.
"I could just tell you were in a mood when you walked in."
"So you've been watching me?" I ask.
"You never answer my questions without asking your own!" He chuckles.
"I had a fallout with my" I groan, "my boyfriend" I roll my eyes.
"If he's making you so miserable you have to come to a club on a Wednesday night maybe he isn't the right one for you...don't you think?" It's almost like he's reading my mind.
"What are you? A therapist?!" I laugh, "yes you're right but I wasn't having issues until we came to New York." I sigh.
"You don't live here?"
"No I live in LA"
"Woah! Why did you come all the way to New York?" His eyes widen.
"My boyfriend" I roll my eyes, "he got some modeling gig."
"I see, so I definitely have competition" he chuckles, "I'm just playing, so explain the issues."
I laugh, "this chick he models with..she keeps trying to make moves on him. He told me nothing was going on but tonight we ran into her-"
"I'm sorry but you don't casually run into someone in New York City" he shakes his head.
"Yeah I know! That's why I got pissed. It's like they set it up. I don't know if they're wanting a three way or something but I don't want to put up with his bullshit. He's lost my trust and it's going to be hard to gain it back."
"I don't blame you for being upset. You have every right to be. You should give me your number..incase you need someone to vent to or if you need anything else" he grins.
"I think I will" I giggle.
We exchange phones and I wish him a good night and I head on to find Connor. When I lay my eyes on Connor he's clapping his hands.
"Why are you clapping?" I laugh.
"A hot man just bought you a drink! Then you guys exchanged phone numbers. I'm proud of you baby! But why do you need to party so suddenly?"
"Noah's cheating on me or something, I honestly have no clue and I can't talk to him without him lying to me" I sigh.
"Aw babes! Come on let's go take some fucking shots! Lana couldn't make it because she had a long day."
I follow Connor back to the bar and I scan around to see if Tom is still over here. Which he isn't but boy was he nice to look at.
Connor and I take 3 tequila shots each and start dancing. I'm hit on by multiple guys but Connor grinds on them to piss them off.
Finally a familiar pair of eyes hit mine. Tom and I begin to grind on each other and dance to the music. I carelessly let him move his hands all over my body and he turns me around to face him.
Suddenly our lips are connected and I don't pull away. I kiss him back while his hands travel down my waist. Why does this feel so right but so wrong at the same time?