The Wrong Bride

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THE WRONG
BRIDE

Chapter 5.

Being in a club feels like standing at the edge of a cliff couldn't be more exhilarating. I don't know if it is because I'm dancing like it is the last time, or maybe it is the sweat that is sticking to my skin, sweat that isn't all mine if I'm being truthful. I dance and dance and dance and dance, because the night is still so young, and I know that even though I love the feeling I'm getting, the feel of being so alive, I will soon get tired of it and feel like I've done enough and it is time my bed and I had a rematch on sleep.

The black and gold attire that I'm wearing is the first thing that catches the eye of anyone who looks at me. Patrick's jaw dropped when he saw me and Andrea hollered as though she was cheering for a whole football squad.

I have never felt this reckless since that day in college, and maybe I've been too stuck up on adult hood. One night of fun isn't going to hurt anyone. And as of this moment, I love Patrick more for convincing us to go out.

Finally having enough of the dance floor, I walk towards the bar, weaving my way through sweaty bodies and guys who can't keep their hands to themselves.

"Want a dance baby? Damn, your ass tells a story" he slurs, squeezing my ass through the black leather skirt that wraps around my curves, held together by a gold belt.

I grab his arm and twist it, and for a second, the action makes him sober.

"Don't keep your hands where they are not wanted boy, they may just get cut off" I say and throw his hand to hit his chest, ignoring his howl of pain.

I may want to enjoy myself for just tonight, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to let just anyone touch me.

"Vodka orange please" I order, hopping on the bar stool that is placed infront of the ordering counter. He places the order infront of me, his eyes lingering on my cleavage a minute too long.

I take a sip of my mixture, loving the taste on my tongue like I always did. I've never been a heavy drunk, and I always know my limit. It has been so long since I had a taste of Vodka Orange, a mixture of alcohol vodka and orange, producing a sweet, sour and silky taste.

"Emerald Emerald Emerald"

They say in you can bump into people anytime and anywhere. In a club, you can bump into an ex-lover, or even your next lover. An ex-enemy, a friend. You can even bump into that guy who has a permanent charming smile to woo the ladies or that guy who has a permanent scowl because he hates the place but he was dragged along.
As for me, fate has a way of messing with me in more ways than one, and so tonight, I bump into a very present enemy.

Not that I consider her an enemy, rather a waste of my precious time is more like it.

"Daria, or was it Dorcas? You see I don't keep names of people I don't find important." I snort

"Dasha" she snarls, and if looks could kill, my mother wouldn't be crying right now because she always wanted me dead, just that she didn't have it in her to do the job herself.

"Oopps, my bad" I feign innocence

"You did that on purpose"

"For the first time Dasha, I truly believe you are smart. You're right, I was being sacarstic" I sigh, finally dropping the act and giving her a serious look "What do you want Dasha?"

"I saw you here and I came to tell you to leave. This is my territory"

"Even the more reason why I am staying"

Ask me how Dasha really became an enemy, or how she saw me as one that is.

You see Patrick and I use to have a... thing. She used to date him and she was very much into him. But that is the thing with Patrick, he doesn't take relationships serious because to him, they were never relationships. He says what he had with Dasha was a 'fuck and walk away'. And incase if she's available, 'come back, fuck and walk away', his words not mine. Apparently she happened to hear that Patrick was going out with me, and she got jealous and threw a tantrum and he told her off, and I think that was the time it finally sank in that he didn't want her that way. And since then, I've been on her blacklist because I have stolen her man. Illusion is one painful thing.

"Babeeeeeee, I'm having so muchhhhh faannnn" Patrick slurs, choosing that time as the best to come towards.

Dasha has stars in her eyes at the sight of him, and I truly, almost feel bad for her. Almost.

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself love" I say with a chuckle, taking another sip of my drink and staring at Dasha who looks like she is going to have smoke coming out of her ears and nose any minute now.

"Are you bothering my girl again Darcia?" Patrick asks, getting Dasha's name wrong and the pain the flashes across her face unmistakable.

"I would never Patrick" she says, giving me the stink eye "Would you like to come away with me for some fun time?" She asks with a wink and I want to gag.

Patrick ignores her and turns to me, "Emmy have you seen Andrea?"

"She isn't with you?" I ask, getting worried as I set my drink down.

"No. I thought she was with you" he says and I shake my head.

"Don't worry. Take a seat, order something and enjoy yourself. I'll go look for her and then head home. I'm tired anyway" I say, hopping down from the stool before helping him on one, pecking him on the cheek which he returns with a hug, and flashing Dasha a smile before I leave, heading into the sea of people to search for Andrea.

I find her standing beside one of the walls, a guy hooking her in, and I see her try to fight him off.

It happens to be the same who grabbed my ass, and now I can truly brand him a pervert.

"Get your hands off her you pervert." I grab him and shove him aside, the action making it easy because he's drunk out of his mind.

"Cool, a threesome" he slurs, and I grab Andrea and keep her behind me.

"In your wildest dreams" I say with an eyeroll, too tired to waste my breath on him. The dancing finally getting to me.

"Are you alright?" I ask Andrea once we are outside and wrapped in our coats.

"I'm perfectly fine. Thanks. I'm just so tired"

"Me too girl. Me too"

"You are leaving tomorrow right?"

"Yhup. See you next month probably?"

"I'm going to miss you like crazy" she says, wiping her eyes. Andrea is very sensitive.

"Oh babe you can call me all the time like a jealous wife. I won't mind" I say and we both chuckle, before I pull her into a hug.

I can't wait to get this whole wedding thing over and done with.