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“Leave it. Listen, I have plans tonight with some girls from work and I need a shower. So…” I leave the sentence hanging. Her face flashes disappointment and something else I can’t place. I hate that I need to make her leave, but I can’t handle talking about my so-called relationship with Jay. She has her perfect fucking life, and she can keep it. It isn’t for me. Penny and I haven’t been out since before she got pregnant. With Liam now in her life she is always wrapped around him. I don’t hate her for what she’s got, though maybe I get jealous from time to time, but my head quickly kicks in and stamps thatfeelingdown.

“Fine.” She stands and adjusts Isla on her shoulder and walks towards me. She scoops up the baby’s bag on her way and heads for the door. The thing with Penny is that she’s a silent firecracker, always has been. “We’ll get out of your hair, then. I hope you know what you’re doing, Rachel Cullen.” She shakes her head at me and walks out the front door. My heart sinks at the thought of Penny being disappointed in me. She’s gotten more motherly over everyone in the group since she had Isla, a proper mother-hen. Penny has always known how to hurt you with words. I shake off the feelings she’s left me with and walk into my bathroom to get showered and ready for a night out. I need a drink -orfive.

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The club isloud and packed tonight. I’ve been here a few times but it has never been this full before. I walk over to the bar, making sure I sway my hips just that little bit extra. You never know who’s watching. I lean over the bar and get the attention of the very hot man serving drinks. The red dress I’m wearing makes sure everyone gets an eyeful of my breasts. He sees me and walks over, the smile on his face and the drop of his eyes tells me I wore the right dresstonight.

He leans in and asks, “What can I get you,sweetheart?”

I lick my lips, and give him his answer, “Rum and coke,please.”

“Coming right up.” He turns and starts to make my drink. I’ve never been a beer or lager girl. I drink wine from time to time, but rum and coke is my poison. I feel heat to my left while watching the barman make my drink. I turn my head and see a very sexy man standing next to me. He towers over me. His blonde hair is trimmed short on the sides, with a little length on top. I lick my lips again and move back a little, surveying his body in the shirt and trousers he’s wearing. The shirt is pulled tight across his arms and shoulders - he’s bigger than Jay. Fucking hell, I need to stop thinking about him. The man in front of me smirks when he sees that I’m checkinghimout.

“What’s your name?” he asks, bringing his mouth to my ear. The music is loud, stopping any kind of normalconversation.

“Rachel.You?”

“Nice to meet you, Rachel. My name is Gavin. So, are you with someone tonight?” he asks me. I shake my head and a sly smile crosses his face. “Good,” is allhesays.

“What brings you out tonight?” I ask him. My drink gets set on the bar top and I lift it to my lips, taking a sip. The rum and coke slides down my throat. The alcohol enters my system and, along with the music bass and the way this man is making my body buzz… I am in for one hell of a night. Gavin slides his body closer to mine and my body reacts to the slight touch of his hand that’s now sliding around my waist. I look up into his eyes and damn, they are pretty. Big black lashes surround his bright blue eyes. Damn, a girl could get lost in those babies. I lift my glass to my mouth and down the whole drink. I need to feel this man against me. I place the glass back down and lick my lips, catching the little drop of liquid that sits there. Gavin follows the movement and his eyes darken. Fuck yes, I’ve hooked me a good onetonight.

I take his hand in mine and pull him towards the dance floor. I can’t wait to see what he’s packing in his black trousers when he grinds against me. Usher’s ‘Love in this Club’ plays through the room. Everyone is grinding on the person they’re dancing with and I intend to follow suit. I pull Gavin into the middle of the dance floor and yank him close to me. I turn so that I’m facing away from him, and my arse nestles nicely against his already hard dick in his trousers. All thoughts leave my mind when the music picks up and we join in with the crowd and their grinding. Something about letting the music flow through my body clears my mind of all the crap I’ve had todealwith.

“Fuck, you feel good, sweetheart,” Gavin whispers into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands slide lower down my front, pulling me tighter to him. One of his hands slides beneath the hem of my dress and he lifts the material up my thigh a little. Goosebumps spread across my skin, and flashes of Jay’s face appear in my mind. The last time I was touched like this, it was him doing the touching. I try to shake the pictures from my mind, but my body makes me feel like it’s Jay behind me. Touching me. Making me feel hot andhorny.

Fucking stop it, Rachel, I scream insidemyhead.

I force myself to turn around and look at Gavin. I need to get Jay Castle out of my head, that man is dangerous to my heart. I can’t let him suck me in only to hurt me later. I lift my arms up and wrap them around Gavin’s neck, pulling his mouth down to mine. He comes willingly. His lips are warm and soft, just likeJay’s.

FUCK!

I grind harder on Gavin’s package, and his groans fill my mouth. His hands slide down and cup my bum, squeezing the plump flesh. The music pounds around us. The heat from the dance floor making my body sweat, running down between my boobs. Gavin slips one leg between my thighs and my senses go crazy. Why does he make me feel like this? Jay’s face flicks through my mind again and I freeze. It isn’t Gavin making me hot, well, not his face anyway. It’s Jay. I’m using Gavin’s body to give me the aroused high that Jay normally would. I turn my head, breaking the kiss. My eyes move around the other people on the dance floor, but my gaze lands on a familiar set of eyes that are burning withanger.

Anger that is directed at me andmeonly.

Shit!

jay

Luke had askedme to join him at ‘The Pennant’, but I really didn’t want to come out tonight. I wanted to go home and chill and watch the footie on ‘Match of the Day’. But no, the fucker begged and had two girls to give me the puppy eyes. So here I am, walking down the street beside a hyped Luke Baker. I didn’t dress to impress tonight; I threw on some black jeans with holes in the knees and my black boots, topped off with my usual checked shirt with the sleevesrolledup.

“Dude, you need to get laid, maybe then you’ll smile a little,” Luke pipes in from nexttome.

“Fuck off. I told you I didn’t want to come out tonight. I can still go home, you know,” I reply. I am really not feeling the mood tonight. I still have this shit with Rachel hanging over my head. Two fucking weeks and still nothing. I know she told me to call her when I grew up, but come the fuck on, I had every fucking right to be pissed at her. Sheusedme.

“Hey, listen. Let’s go have a few drinks and get your mind off Rachel, yeah. She’s screwing with your head. I would tell you to move onto the next bird, but I know you need to sort through this shit with her.” I nodathim.

“Yeah, I know. This is so fucked up. I can’t believe the way she acted the last time I saw her. Makes me think things aren’t right about us,youknow?”

“Yeah, fella. I do know. I was in the same position a few years ago. I wanted more but she didn’t, so I fucked her off. Simple. You need to do what’s right for you, man.” I get what he is saying, but it’s easier said than done. I really thought things would move forward with Rachel, but obviously she has otherideas.

We walk into the club and the music, the smell of sweat and alcohol, hits my senses. The place is packed wall to wall. I’m pretty surprised that we were even allowed in, but Luke knows the guy on the door. We walk towards the bar and I watch as girls’ heads turn to look at Luke and me. I’m pretty tall and in good shape – yeah, I am fucking hot. But Luke… He’s like a brick shit house. Six foot three and muscles upon muscle. His dark brown hair and beard drives the ladies fucking mental. Three girls are sitting at the end of the bar, smiling at us, throwing some pretty suggestive looks our way. I wink at them and they giggle like a bunch of school girls. Luke grips my shoulders from behind and shouts intomyear.

“Oh man, you are so in there if you want.” He steers me towards them, their smiles getting bigger. They push their tits out, trying to make them look more appealing, but they do nothing for me. I love a girl who is confident in her own skin, who doesn’t need to put on an act. Luke closes in on the redhead. Her boobs look bigger than my head. I have no clue why he likes that fake shit, because theydolookfake.

The blonde is pretty but over did it with the make-up. She smiles at me and slowly wraps her bright red lips around the straw in her drink, keeping her eyes locked on me. Yeah, this shit doesn’t turn me on. She leans forward, making sure I get an eyeful of her tits hanging out of herlittletop.

“Hi, I’m Michelle.” She bites her bottom lip and I shake my headather.

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