Captive Of The Count

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Amara's Pov

"No one wears a rose in their hair to a club!" My best friend stepped away from me with her face morphed into a frown and her hands crossed over her chest.

"What can I say? I am a trendsetter." I stood from the dresser's seat and placed myself before the mirror to admire my outfit.

My hair was worn down as per Rose's preference and I still had my signature red rose stuck in my locs. My face wasn't made up just like that of my best friend as trying to spread the foundation on a face with acne didn't go well all the time. So we settled for smoky-lined eyes, mascara and matching red lipstick.

On my neck were my usual neck pieces which were a locket that had my parents, eros, and I's picture in it, the customized necklace from Liam, and the half heart necklaces that Rose and I shared.

I had on a red dress. It was a body con dress that gave a little bit of cleavage and stopped mid-thigh where my black net stockings began. The dress clunge to every bit of me and I stared at how my hip dips were accentuated for a long time before finally pulling my eyes from the mirror cause no matter what I still looked great.

"We had better be going," Rose said grabbing our purses. She handed me my mine before giving herself another look in the mirror with a lazy smile playing on her lips.

We left the suite after taking some cool pictures and I selected the best to send to Terren. We hadn't been texting a lot as he claimed that he was busy but I kind of understood and learned not to complain.

I repeatedly checked my phone for a reply from him throughout the ride from the hotel to the club while intermittently looking out the car windows to gaze at how the town looked enchanting at night. My messages showed seen, he had read them and was too busy not to reply or choose not to reply.

I shoved the phone into my purse as the car came to a halt. I wish I could also shove aside the feeling of bitterness and anger growing in me towards Terren. I hated being ignored as it always led me to wonder what I had done wrong this time or why he was mad at me and any time I brought up the issue, it will blow up into a huge argument which ended up in me feeling and being guilty as always.

I came down from the car with the determination not to let Terren ruin my night. The cacophony of music and drunk voices came from the club and I could already tell that I would end up with a migraine but it was sure going to be worth it.

We passed by the bouncer and I guess we weren't asked for IDs cause Liam happened to know him from way back.

Once we got into the club, Rose and I went straight to the bar while the men mingled with the crowd but not too far away to keep an eye on us.

"What can I get you lovely ladies?" The bartender asked while shaking a flask and throwing flirty smiles and winks at us.

Rose returned his smile and leaned over the counter, "Vodka." She said catching me by surprise.

"Coming right up." The dark-haired man replied as he turned his back to us.

"Vodka?!" I dragged Her towards me whispering harshly into her ear, "Liam said not to drink."

"Well, he can't see us." She rolled her eyes, "Live a little! We might never get this chance again."

"Here you go." The man was back interrupting our conversation. He placed a bottle of clear liquid before us and four mini glasses, "Neat?" He asked.

"Yes." Rose and I said with uneasy smiles as neither of us knew what he meant and we watched as he nodded and filled the glasses before placing the bottle before us. He mouthed an 'enjoy!' and went back to attending to other customers.