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✼ N E V A E H ✼

"Finally we have something to agree on," I pointed out at Atticus' statement and he smiled at me through gritted teeth just as I did him. Now we were having a staring contest and now I realized that my theory was in fact correct, the little moment in his office meant nothing. It was just a heat of the moment thing that will never happen again.

I need to get fucking laid tonight. 

The bouncers at the door ended our little battle and let us in almost immediately. They were looking at Atticus like he was crazy, which he was. I guess he didn't pick up on it, or he did and acted like he didn't care enough to shoot them and I wouldn't be surprised if he did just that. I mean, he is the boss of this whole damn place and basically owns the place, yet he decides to wait in line like he is a normal person and he is far from it. 

This part of the club wasn't as lively as the entrance. The colors weren't as bright and upscale, instead they were dark and moody, but at the same time, they still set a tone for the room. It suited the vibe of it. It had an undertone of gold while warm white lights surrounded it, making the black pop out more. 

The bar area was basically a large square with seats all around the table. The bartenders were on the inside of the square moving in a rapid and urgent pace from person to person, mixing and shaking cocktails, taking orders, and refilling their eager guests' glasses whenever one was ordered to do so.

The music was so loud that my whole body was literally shaking at all the vibrations and sound I felt entering my body. Atticus put his hand on my waist and led me to the area where Rory and the others were. I sat down next to Rory and her friends while he went to the booth beside me and sat with Spencer, Eddie, and some men which I assumed were part of his cult. 

As soon as the waiter saw me he quickly came to my side and took my order. I assume that since this is Atticus' club and he's currently being nice to me, he'll pay for whatever the hell I'm having. And since he's the boss, I don't even think he has to pay for shit. 

I don't even drink. 

"Hi, can I get a virgin frozen strawberry margarita please?" I ask, touching his hand that he rested on the table while he waited for me to order before I slowly looked up at him. "Extra strawberries on the side too, please." 

He looked at me and smiled. Derek. The name on his shirt read. He's cute with his light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, big nose and his big glasses that rested on the bridge of is nose. He blushed a little before replying, "Of course, gorgeous."

Atticus turned around and gave him a dirty look as Derek walked towards his bar stand. 

"What?" I asked, annoyed and rolled my eyes. "You want him too?" 

"No thank you, sweetheart. I prefer darker hair," He claimed cheekily before throwing his head back and practically chugging on his scotch which was currently filled to the rim. 

Rory was still talking to her friends who were currently stink eyeing me for whatever reason, but I ignored them. Rory acknowledged me with a quick wave and friendly smile before returning to her conversation. "You're going to drink all that?" I asked, eyeing him as he took another huge gulp. 

He rolled his eyes before turning to face me again, "No, mom." Atticus taunted bitterly, "I just filled it to the top because it looked cute." 

"You know what else looks cute?" I tested, annoyed by his sarcastic remarks. He's the one going to end up with kidney failure and billions of other heart diseases, not me though.