A Lover To Him

Chapter Thirty-seven, Girls' night out

"Shit, did you see that line outside. It's going to take hours before we get inside," Dylan says, looking outside of our favorite club. The line went on around the corner of the entire building, and my gaze follows the crowd of waiting for people into the other street. I had already driven a couple of rounds in the area, trying to find a good parking spot, but every spot was already taken by another car. Not that there were many parking spots in this area, they definitely had to build some kind of parking area for this part of town. The government refused, they didn't want the area to be too crowded with cars or something.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for taking so long at home. If I would've gotten downstairs earlier, then we would've made it here sooner." I sighed, thinking to myself that if I wouldn't have been dreaming about Caine for ten minutes because of his sweet gesture, we would've been here earlier and might have found a parking spot. Even though Dylan might have been annoyed at me or the long line, she didn't show it at all. She flashes a smile at me, shaking her head in denial.

"It's not your fault. I don't think the line would've been any shorter if we would have arrived here earlier. I just want to have a fun night out with my best friend, and some long line or not finding a parking spot isn't going to stop me," She says, making me chuckle softly as I look around for an empty parking spot. There had to be a free parking spot around here, there had to be.

Finally, I spot a car leaving at the end of the street, and I quickly make sure no one else can get the free spot. I park my car and turn off the engine before getting out. Dylan sighs deeply before hooking her arm in mine and dragging the both of us to the entrance of our favorite club. I had quite forgotten that it wasn't only our favorite club, but also the favorite of others. It was normal for a Friday night to be busy in the going-out areas and restaurants, but I had never seen such a busy line in front of this club. I could tell from experience, I had lived in Britain for almost five years now, and I visited this club rather often.

"I have never seen a line so long in front of this club? Did we miss some kind of social media post about this? Or was it recommended in a magazine?" Dylan furrows her perfectly shaped blonde eyebrows as she stares at the line. I notice people staring at us as we walked past them, their eyes lingering to Dylan and then shortly to me before they focused on the view in front of them. I felt uncomfortable under their lingering eyes, always had and probably always will. It was like they were watching my every move, and I was bound to embarrass myself when other's eyes were on me.

"I don't know. There might have been some kind of social media post or recommendation in a magazine, but I didn't read or see anything," Dylan shrugs her shoulders, walking towards the entrance and taking a glance inside before she looks at the long line. This was going to take a while.

The bouncers were two men, both tall with broad shoulders and they had a look that told me they could kill anyone in a second. They were intimidating, especially with their stone-cold glare and crossed arms that made sure their muscles were visible. They look at us, and I flash them a weak smile before following Dylan. I look over my shoulder to see the bouncers talking to each other as they shoot some glances at the two of us.

"Ma'am?" I hear a voice behind me yell, and I quickly look to my left and right, wondering if the voice was directed at me. No one else seems to be answering the calling voice, and I turn around to see one of the bouncers walk towards me. He walked with long strides towards me, taking off his dark shades that totally made the image of an intimidating bouncer complete. I waved Dylan to tell her to come to me before looking back at the bouncer. I wasn't kidding when I said he looked like he could kill someone with his bare hands, in front of me, he even looked bigger and stronger than I thought he looked.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but are you Ms. Amelia White?" He asks, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I wonder why this man needed to know my identity in the first place, he only needed to make sure people who entered were eighteen or older, and they checked the ID at the entrance.