Her Heart Lives On (completed)

Chapter 22

There was no bouncer at the entrance which was kind of weird because she has been going to the club ever since it was opened and there was never a time the bouncers were not there but Melanie shrugged it off thinking her uncle decided to let the bouncers take a leave which was unlikely.

Katrina had entered before her and she spotted her already dancing with a guy.

So fast.

The guy had blonde hair and was tall and lean. His back view looked familiar and she could swear she had seen that nice butt somewhere before. She moved closer trying to get a better view in the dim blue lightening of the club. As she got closer, she could see the person was in navy blue shirt and black slacks which also looked familiar, then it hit her.

Of course who else would get the almighty Kat smiling like a Disney queen.

Only Asher had the power to reduce her best friend into a blubbering mess. Deciding she had had enough of the lovey doey smiles, she grabbed Asher's shirt from the back, startling him in the process and dragged him towards the only place empty of flirting whores and hormonal dicks. The back of the bar.

"Hey, easy there that's a new shirt." Asher whined.

"Do I look like I care?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him.

"What's wrong Mela? You look....frustrated."  She sighed and looked away.

"Of course I am, it's not everyday I have to try to make a guy who gives zero fucks about me get jealous. I still think it's a stupid idea..I mean...what if he doesn't even notice?..or worse notices and don't just care?"

"It would be a total waste of time and energy." She could feel tears trying to spill but wiped them away stubbornly. She wasn't going to fry because of a dickhead who is a monster.

"Hey babe, calm down okay. Trust me, he gives more than a fuck about you, you have to see the way he acted when he was informed about your disappearance, he almost strangled the guy who delivered the message if not for my intervention. And I know Toby enough to know when he cares and when he doesn't. He cares about you Mel."

She could see desperation in his eyes and she wondered what Toby's story was. She knew for a fact that something made him like that.

Was it the girl she saw in her dreams?

Did she dump him?

No, it had to be something else.

"What's his story?" She whispered.

Pain flashed through Asher's eyes as she said it and it made her more curious. He looked away but not before she saw his eyes get watery.

Wow, was it that bad.

"It's not my story to tell, Mel." There was a long awkward silence which was later broken by a giggle.

Asher looked down to see Melanie laughing and he was surprised she could laugh in such a serious situation.

"What's funny?" Irritation laced his voice.

"Y-you called me Mel." He looked confused before smacking his head. In his moment of painful memory and desperation he called her 'Mel' instead of his given nickname which annoys her 'Mela'.

He rolled his eyes. It was just like Mel to notice such a small thing in a heated moment. He shook his head as chuckled.

She and Toby will make a great match, if only he could see this.

He watched as the smile slowly drained from her face and frowned.

"Hey, what's wr-" he was cut off as she pointed to something at his back. He turned to see his best friend with his glorious form in a black shirt and black slacks looking like a total badass. The only problem was the bimbo clutching his arm like her life depended on it.

She tried her best to look innocent and fragile but anyone who knows how to look could see that she had spent most if not all her life on different beds with different guys. It was only a matter of time before her pussy needs stitching.

Melanie groaned beside him.

He turned to look at her.

"That is exactly what we are preventing and working against okay? Don't you dare give up now understood?" She nodded reluctantly, her eyes still staring wearily at the pair at the entrance who had attracted everyone's attention.

A little shove from Asher was what she needed as she straighted and held her head high.

She had just taken three steps when someone placed their hand on her shoulders, she turned to see a guy probably her age and damn he was a fine specimen.

Everything from his slightly tousled brown hair to his emerald eyes and muscular body was the definition of gorgeous. And to top it all, he had to have the body of a hot mafia boss. No doubt he isn't.

She caught herself before her drool dropped to the ground and stretched her hand out to the mysterious stranger.

"Hola Mami."

"Hi, I'm Melanie Walker." She  introduced, finally remembering her original purpose of going to the club she tried to see Mr asshole and miss wide hole from the corner of her eyes and caught them sitting at the bar.

Well, only Toby was doing the sitting part, miss wide hole was just straddling him and trying to push his head into her boobs.

Pathetic much?

She drew her attention back to the stranger in front of her who was giving her a weird look, she realised she had zone off while he was introducing himself.

"Err I kinda zoned off.. What's your name again?" He chuckled.

"Vincent Harry." He said with a smirk. Melanie's mouth formed into an 'oh'

"Oh my God!! The Vincent harry???" She asked with a squeak.

"The very one."

Vincent Harry is one of the most richest billionaire in California. 90% of the teens had his pictures mostly gotten from magazines plastered to the wall of their rooms just so they can drool on it every morning.

And yes! You guessed right he's a player. A real life player. Everyone in the country knew he was a player yet that didn't stop models and popular musicians from falling prey almost every month.

He had the statue of a model even though he was a businessman who produces the curtains and bedsheets 50% of the whole world uses.

And that happens to be the same thing T&M company produces.

And in case you've forgotten, T&M is owned by no other than our ocean eyed asshole, Toby.

I think you should know that the remaining 50% is produced by Toby's company.

Which means they would be arch enemies.

Melanie smiled. She got the perfect guy to make Toby almost get on his knees and beg out of jealousy.

Just great.

She put on the most flirty smile she had ever given to a guy and placed her hands on his muscled chest.

"Well, in that case I think we should have a dance together don't you think?" She asked in a soft voice, her hands trailing down his chest to a more private area.

"Lead the way princess." He said with a knowing smirk.

She pulled him with her to the dance floor, intentionally passing in front of Mr asshole and Miss wide hole.

She put her arms on Vincent's neck and pulled his down.

His lips met hers and a loud growl sounded from deep within his chest which made her forget Toby and his whore and put all her strength into the kiss. It was nothing like the kiss she shared with Toby which was filled with promises of much better future and all.

This one was an aggressive kiss, more like trying to prove a point than passionate.

She pulled away to catch her breath but soon lost it when Vincent leaned in and whispered in her ears.

"I think you've succeeded in making him jealous, mi amore."

He knew all along.

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