Illusions

13. drunk

Amira's POV

"You want to know something crazy," he slurs and laughs, "say yes, please?"

Please? He must be drunk.

"Sure, humor me."

"I asked you whose hoodie you were wearing because I knew it was another man's."

I roll my eyes.

"Roman, please go to bed," I sigh, "you're not in the right state of mind right now, okay?"

"I'm trying to find my car, baby," he groans, "watch it you asshole!"

Regardless of my feelings for him, I have to do something before he hurts himself or passes out, whichever comes first.

It wouldn't be good for either of our images for him to be seen like this.

That's the only reason why I'm going to get him.

"Roman, you're not driving," I say sternly into the speaker, "where are you, and who are you with?"

He doesn't answer and I run a frustrated hand through my hair.

"I'm at The Medalion, alone because I don't have friends," he says and then grunts, "Are you coming here, I miss you, my darling."

I roll my eyes and grab my keys, bag, and phone.

"Go back inside, I'm on my way, Roman."

"Yes, ma'am."

On my way to the elevator, I look up how far it is, luckily it's a five-minute drive. I call a cab and rush to the exit, but I run into someone.

"Twice in one day," a familiar voice says, "great to see you again, Amira."

I look up and smile.

"Hi, James," I say, trying to get around him, "I really have to get to a meeting right now, I'm super late, I wish I could talk."

James checks his watch.

"At ten at night," he says skeptically, "you can just tell me the truth and say you don't want to see me."

I roll my eyes and feel my last bit of patience slip away.

"James, someone important to me is in trouble," I sigh, pushing him out of the way, "I don't have time for this right now."

I don't wait for his response and go out to my cab, getting in quickly.

"The Medalion, please."

The driver nods and pulls onto the road.

After what feels like an eternity, we finally arrive at the club.

Roman may be annoying, insufferable, and stuck up, but I will admit that he has good taste.

The exterior is black and ominous, with gold accents, and there's a valet service and security guards at every corner.

One of the guards approaches the cab and motions for me to roll the window down.

I do so and he motions for me to speak.

"I'm here to pick up my... boyfriend."

He looks at my attire and gives me a look.

"What's his name?"

"Roman Sokolov."

His eyes go wide and he opens the door for me.

"He's inside."

I nod and walk inside the building, only to be greeted by more security.

The interior is all black with gold accents on the reception desk and furniture in the lounge area. There are paintings on the walls with more gold, it's designed very nicely.