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“You look hot, and if I were into girls, I’d do you,” she says, and I snort.
It isn’t the first time she’s said it, and probably won’t be the last.
“Why can’t we just enjoy our night off watching TV and eating junk food?” I complain.
She sighs, “Because you need a life outside of that hospital. Dr. Conners agreed, and so did your parents and sister when you called them to get you out of tonight. It’s time to let your hair down, now, stop complaining because you are done.”
I look myself over in the mirror, and I have to admit, I do look pretty. While the dress is revealing, Donna is wearing the exact same one, but in light pink. My hair is shiny, and my makeup is light and on point.
“Can I wear my pumps?” I ask with a little bit of hope, but she just raises her perfect, plucked brow, and I groan, noticing the four-inch black strappy heels near my bed.
“This is going to be a long night,” I grumble, and Donna grins widely and replies, “Yes, hopefully it will,” as she wags her brows, and I laugh, I can’t help it.
The woman loves sex, and honestly, I don’t even know why.
“Keep hold of my hand,”Donna shouts half an hour later as we make our way through the club, people everywhere dancing, grinding on each other.
Dr. Conners kept to his word, the bouncer gave Donna a pager when we arrived and let us through the red rope, upsetting a lot of people in line who were in line all the way back and halfway down the street.
Rebel’s Phoenix is a popular spot, and I can see why.
Light purple and black surround the place, with a DJ high up so no one can reach him, who appears to be having a rave. The staff are polite, and the drinks are cheap.
I squeeze Donna’s hand as someone bumps into me, and she quickly drags me to her, but I stop in my tracks when a figure gets my attention out of the corner of my eye, walking towards a hallway, and my heart rate picks up.
Weird.
Donna looks at me with a frown, but I shake my head, the feeling in the pit of my stomach disappearing as the man walks out of the room, and I nod to the bar.
I don’t know what that was because I have never been interested in a guy like that before, but I do know I’ll most likely bail out early.
I have a career to focus on, and tomorrow, I promised Kimmy a date at the mall.
Chapter 3
Stone
The base of the loud music in the club thumps against my walls, keeping me centered as I keep an eye on the monitor and catch up on paperwork for the club, confirming everyone’s hours match up.
So far, only one guy from the Cannibals has been caught. I sent a picture to Doc before dragging the guy to the cells we have in the basement claiming his innocence despite being caught red handed giving out cocaine. Ready for him to call Cannon tomorrow afternoon and deal with the shit when he wakes, and so far, no one else has done shit, which is good because I’m fucking tired.
Elsie has messaged several times demanding money and my whereabouts, which is fucking pissing me off, and honestly, I’mready to call it a night before she sends her daddy to find me and my dad gets involved.
“I should have just divorced her as soon as it was clear she lied about the marriage instead of allowing my dad to threaten my role within the club,” I mutter before I look at the monitor and notice Ace sitting in the corner. I nod, knowing he’s taking over and most likely trying to get away from the clubhouse. Mainly my sister, who, for some reason, is obsessed with him even though he hasn’t paid her any attention.
Fucker got Dad to talk to her to cool off her stalkerish ways otherwise he’d put in a vote to have her banned from the club but it didn’t work, Dad wasn’t harsh enough with her.
I swear, the more my sister hangs around with Elsie, the crazier she fucking gets, and even Dad’s at the end of his tether.
I go to shut shit off as my phone goes off, the screen flashing with Elsie’s name, but I cancel the call and stand, ready to call it a night, but pause as a message comes through on my phone, and I sigh, expecting it to be my fucking wife, but instead I frown.
Doc:
You’re welcome, brother.
What the fuck?
Confusion hits me and I begin typing back, asking him why I should be thanking the fucker, but I pause as my eyes go to the monitor again out of reflex, and fuck me…
