Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

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WARNING: This chapter partly contains sexual/mature language (although it's nothing too hard, but I know some of my readers are underage, so I'll just let you know). So keep on reading on your own risk.

Martijn's POV:

After I parked the expensive car in the parking lot of the club and stopped the engine, I helped Chloé out of the vehicle, opening her door and taking her small hand. While she was busy straightening her blue shirt, I could easily check her out. She looked stunning as always, just the way as if she didn't even seem to try and make a huge effort to impress someone.

She stood straight, looking at me. "Are we going inside?", she asked, fumbling around with her small black purse.

"Sure.", I made my way to the doorkeeper while holding Chloé's small hand and ignoring the shouts of the other people who also wanted to enter the club earlier since we basically pushed ourselves to the front of the line.

"Yo, Martin! Long time no see.", the doorkeeper said when he recognized me. I nodded and he patted my shoulder, allowing us to sneek into the club.

"What was that?", I could hear Chloé hiss behind me.

I turned around to face her and smirked. "Don't worry, it's not the most illegal thing I have ever done."

She scoffed. "Yeah, I can tell." 

I casually shrugged my shoulder and continued walking in front of me through the dance floor, never letting go of Chloé's wrist, pushing some people beside until we finally reached the bar.

I sat down on the bar stool, trying to get the bartender's attention with clicking my fingers in front of his face.

"Two Martinis, please." He nodded and began to mix the drinks. I looked around for Chloé and patted the stool next to me. She hesitated and shook her head, arms crossed.

"Chloé, I told you that this whole crossing your arms in front of your chest makes it look like an invitation for my hands, so put your arms down and sit."

She seemed shocked at first, her mouth slightly open and her eyes widened. After a second she gulped and finally took a seat next to me, looking irritated to say the least.

"Don't you like it here?", I asked her. I needed to shift closer to her or she wouldn't hear one word I said due to the unbelievably loud crowd dancing on the dance floor.

She stared at her manicured hands that were placed on the desk and shook her head slowly. "It's just, I'm not such a party animal like you.", she finally said.

I nodded as to show that I understood while the bartender served us our drinks. Chloé took the glass and took a little sip as she noticed me staring.

Fuck. I should stop doing that.

She smiled genuinely as I felt getting more and more caught in her blue eyes.