20 : 39 pm
Jeán- LucThis was the first time coming to a French nightclub. I had no idea this even existed. It was much more vibrant and extravagant than the other bars and clubs I had set foot in. Purple and silver lights dancing with the crowd. The music itself made me sway while sipping my 2nd banana smoothie. I know Reece said no alcohol- but this was like 10% only. I swear I wasn't dizzy yet.
"C'mon-", he grabbed my hand after downing his 5th beer. I almost drop my glass as he yanked me off my seat. "Relax!", I tried shouting over the music. I leave my smoothie on the bar counter and allow him to lead me to the busy dance floor. We had been here since 7pm. Theo was such a vibe. He could dance really well too. He had girls attention as if he were some celebrity.
"Whoa!", he shouted , hands gripping my waist as we jumped up and down to Vanilla ice. Yeah - this place was sorta old school. I guess that's why I enjoyed the atmosphere. "ICE ! ICE BABY!", I could hear him screaming at the top of his lungs while we jumped in circles. One hand on his shoulder and the other raised up in the air. "Yeah!", he howled, making me laugh. This was what it felt like being in the right company.
Someone behind accidentally shoved into me , causing me to lose balance and fall against his hard chest. Theo continued to dance, not finding this awkward. He smelled of alcohol and a sweet fragrance. Much different from Reece's strong scent. His was subtle but luring.
I stayed against his chest as we swayed to the music. He finally looked down , finding my eyes under the flickering lights. He stared blankly before smiling. "Spin-", he held my hand as I spun around. "Yeah -", he held me at arms length, rocking to the music.
I couldn't help but wonder what Reece was doing. I felt bad for leaving him alone with so much of work. But - he was the one who insisted I leave and have some fun.
"Theo-", I grab his bicep and he lowered himself to hear me out. "I need to use the restroom -", I whisper shouted and he gave a nod , grabbing my hand and leading me once again. He seemed to know this place inside out. He guided me away from the party and into a quiet hallway. "You been here before?", I ask. "Almost every friday-", he smiled , keeping my hand in his as we passed a group of drunk , smoking guys who were staring. My heart raced, recalling what Reece had said. He had got that head scar due to fighting at the club for me... I didn't want history repeating itself. Unconsciously I tighten my grip on Theo's hand and I felt him pull me closer to his side. "I got you-", he whispered , snapping my train of thought.
Looking up, he halt - gesturing to the restrooms. "Please don't leave -", I release his hand. "I will be right here-", he crossed his arms over his chest , leaning against the wall. I give a smile and head into the ladies room. There were others in there but I felt safer knowing kookie was waiting for me.
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Theo's pov:"Where are you ?".
Leaning against the wall , phone against my ear. I continued to glance at the restroom, making sure Anastasia wasn't close to hear me speak with hailey. "Yeah , she's in the ladies room. Yeah , so fucking annoying ", I roll my eyes.
"She literally held my hand , pretending as if she hates other men gawking. She clearly enjoyed your husband's attention-", I throw my sass around, hearing hailey laugh. She knew I had her back. We've been friends for ages. "Yeah , well you enjoy that", I chuckle.
The drunk men who were staring earlier , were still standing close by. Their eyes on the restroom. I bet if I weren't standing here , they'd go in and have a feast with Anastasia. Maybe that would be solid revenge for hailey. "Hey hails. I'll catch up tomorrow ", hanging up , I stuff my phone back into my pocket. Slipping my hands into my jacket pockets and slowly pacing away from the wall.
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LITTLE WIFE
RomanceAnastasia Rosalie Cora is thrown into a world of lust, sin and unholy acts. For a 21 year old college student , she's sure experienced more than most girls would. Reece Alexander , a married man and ceo of a first class New York airline. A man that...