Liar, Liar

Dance Floor Admissions

Wanting no needing a night off from everything, you decided to go clubbing with a few friends. It was an impromptu plan but you figured it was exactly what you needed. Music and dancing. If you had to look at another sample of napkins that all looked the same, you were going to gag.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you smoothed the sides of your little black dress and grabbed your coat. You pulled out your keys and opened the door only to find your fiancé with his hand raised, as if he was just about to knock.

"What are you doing here?"

His eyes ran down your body, darkening the further he got, pausing on your heels and then bouncing back up to meet your eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Clubbing," you stepped out into the hallway and locked your door behind you.

You went down the stairs and he was right behind you. "Who're you going with? Who's going to be there?"

Not expecting him to care, you answered his questions. "My friends and I don't know, a bunch of people? I'll message you tomorrow morning."

You pushed open the front door and waited by the curb for a taxi to pass by. You crossed your arms and you noticed his eyes focused on your hand.

"Where's your ring?" his words had a bite to them.

"In my nightstand. I don't want to lose it while I'm dancing."

"You mean you don't want men to know you're taken."

"What?" You looked at him. "I'm not going clubbing to find guys. I'm going to have fun."

"Yeah but then they'll see you in that hot dress with no ring on your finger and you'll be fair game."

You glared at him. "So what are you saying?"

"I'm coming with."

"No. It's a girls night out!"

"Perfect. I'll sit by the bar and make sure you're all okay. You won't ever know I'm there." A taxi pulled to a stop in front of you and he opened the door. "You coming or are you going to continue standing there?"

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly got into the taxi, sulking that your night out was basically ruined before it even started.

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The music made the floor vibrate as you entered the club, having no trouble with the bouncer. You shrugged your coat off and glared over your shoulder when your fiancé put it back on you.

"Do you have to take it off?"

"I'm not wearing a coat inside a club." You took it off and handed it to him.

"Time to shake some ass!" your friend screamed as she dragged you to the dance floor. You had met her earlier up front. You looked back and noticed he sat at the bar, eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

Ha. Served him right for coming along and trying to ruin things for you.

"I needed this so bad!" Your friend screamed as she threw her hands up into the air, shaking her hips.

You laughed. "Same!"

"But why did your fiancé join?"

What a good question. "He has separation anxiety. He can't bear to be without me for even a second!"

You both laughed at the ridiculous explanation and continued dancing, finally feeling weightless despite the fact that he was staring daggers into anyone one who dared to approach you.