Living in a viciously boring cycle of tips and refills, a young waitress finds herself being pulled headfirst into the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
With an unexpected turn of events, Lyla embarks on a journey with the three handsome men fro...
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Staring at the photo the guys personally took for me during their photoshoot this evening for their new album, I set it as my lock screen with a proud smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. I sit my phone back down on the round table in front of me and take hold of the cocktail that I ordered as soon as I got to the instructed destination while glancing around at everyone around me.
When Jimin asked me if I'd he could take me on a date tonight, I had expected somewhere more traditional. Like a secluded restaurant or maybe even a late-night movie, something simple. Not... this.
As I relax in the private and dimly lit VIP section of the nightclub, I readjust the form-fitting black silk party dress Jimin had bought for me and left on his hotel bed with a note stating that he would meet me here. Thankfully, in VIP, the men aren't being overtly forward although they are still looking my way every few minutes with unheard words being exchanged between them. The waitresses seem to be curious as to who I am and just how the hell I was allowed up here on the floor above the rest of the nightclub where everyone else mingles.
Still, I ignore the looks and whispers and take the last drink of my passion fruit martini. The luxurious fabric of my dress feels sensual against my skin and the alcohol seems to be increasing that sensation. I wonder if that was part of his reasoning for gifting me with such specific attire to wear tonight.
"Here all alone?" A male's voice speaks over the high volume of the music the DJ is currently playing.
Looking up and over my shoulder, I see a well-dressed man in his late twenties or so smiling down at me with his hands clasped in front of him, his five o'clock shadow adds a hint of maturity to his otherwise younger-looking face. Swallowing my sip of the flavored drink, I sit my now empty cup down and slightly adjust my position so that I don't have to crane my neck, "Not exactly. I'm waiting for someone."
"Boyfriend or a friend?" He tilts his head to the side, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lip.
My mouth parts to speak but before I can get the words out, they're spoken for me.
"Boyfriend." Jimin's voice beams as he comes to sit down beside me, putting his arm around my shoulder and gently pulling me to his side before speaking to me, "Sorry it took me so long, baby."
"That's okay," I smile up at him, craning my neck for him to give me a kiss before I lay my head on his chest.
His all-black tailored pants with matching shoes, silk black button-up shirt that lays over his defined muscles, and perfectly coiffed hair were much different than how I've seen him dress for concerts or just on a day-to-day, and although he's always radiating sex appeal, tonight he had definitely turned it up a notch.
His scent, however, was the same. That same intoxicating smell that both makes my heart flutter and my soul be at ease at the same time.
"Ah, I apologize," the random man states as he sees that I am, indeed, already taken. "You two enjoy your night."
