Page 4 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Thanks to my best mate who supervises and manages the entire club, I get to enjoy the benefits. The beautiful people. The lovely company and the dark atmosphere I inhale deeply into my bones.
“Watch out for hidden weapons, Ronnie.” Patting his shoulder, I move past him and enter the club.
“Easier said than done.” He shouts behind me.
No events tonight other than a normal gathering.
Mixed aromas of sweet and spicy perfume flood my nose as I walk to the VIP section in the far back of the room. My reserved spot amidst the dimmed area.
Nodding to a few patrons on my way, I glide through the voids of revelers. Feeling the pen—I sketched with, earlier—in my jeans front pocket.I always forget to put them back in place.
A bottle of whiskey and two glasses sit neatly on the black metal table in front of the burgundy-velvet, C-shaped couch. Propping my ass in the middle, my ringed fingers stretch to grab a tumbler of the fine liquid when a vision of a celestial being appears across from me.
Dylan
Skippingaroundmyapartmentin my strapped black heels as I’m getting ready for my date tonight atHella Club.
The misty cold wind travels in waves from my open window, cooling my warm skin.
Gazing outside, the dimness of the night kindles at my heart the more I stare into the changing hues of the trees. The late days of September bring my favorite season with them.
Averting my gaze back to the mirror in my cramped yet cozy bedroom, I apply two layers of blood-red lipstick that make my hazel eyes pop.
“Girl, you look hot, that dress on your body is to die for.” Sophie, my best friend, shouts from the doorway. “I would smack that ass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, want to use your claim now or later.” She teases.
Returning a sass of my own, “I’ll save it for a rainy day, might get me warm.”
“Your mouth will get you in trouble one day.” Hopefully in a fun way.
I eye her up and down, “Matt will not be taking you to your favorite restaurant to celebrate your first anniversary when he sees you inthatred dress.“ Slinging lines at each other is our thing, especially when it’s about elevating our confidence and moral support.
“Well that’s the plan, I want him to eat me.” Her wicked smile reaches her baby-blue eyes. Flipping her chocolate-brown hair over her shoulder, she disappears into the living room.
I want someone to eat me too.
Sophie and her husband Matt are the most adorable couple. We’ve all been friends for years ever since high school and they always had a soft spot for each other.
When they finally confessed their feelings for one another, happy tears streamed down my face for my best friend’s love. They’re truly the definition of soulmates.
In hopes of finding a remotely similar experience, I agreed to go on a date with Finn. He stumbled upon my shop during renovations a month ago and he’d been persistent about us getting together.
After Sophie’s nagging; telling me I should give him a chance, which is all I have given to random guys for the past two years, I agreed. All my predictable dates turned into boring nights with a mild sexual attempt.
Needless to say, it wasn’t what I craved. Not the conversation and not the poor execution of seduction.
Saying that men who you read in books don’t exist is such a cliché. But they are a rare breed and finding them is aggravating. I’m not overruling my needs or compromising when I know what I want.
“I’m ready to go. Are you?” I fix the strap of my purse on my shoulder and snatch the keys in my other hand from the countertop.
“Hell yeah! Let’s get this night started.” She rushes to the lobby.
I’m right on her heels, switching the lights off and locking the door.
I parked my car in the parking lot. The adrenaline rush starts to bubble inside me. I’ve heard aboutHella Clubfor years and went there a month ago on an unsuccessful date; he left with someone else after we agreed we were not a match.
