Kill of the night

Chapter 19

ONE WEEK LATER
May 5th
Melbourne

Josie

A week has past since me and Harry fooled around.

And I don't regret what we did for once. I feel really good actually and in control.

He continues to text and FaceTime all the time cause, according to him, I'm not safe outside of his house, or his bed for that matter. We all know that's just an excuse to keep me around.

But I have put my foot down and I'm taking care of myself for once. I don't need anyone to babysit me.

I can do this. Elise is watching over me and will keep me safe no matter what.

So that's why me and Vicky decided to have a night out, just the two of us, after all the stalker drama. Things have been quiet, thank fuck, and I've been actually content this last few days.

Nothing related to Harry. Obviously.

We get to the club and immediately head to the bar. We came to have fun, drink ourselves silly and dance till our feet hurt.

It's been a while since we hang out one on one. It's either the whole group, or she's busy fucking Luka and when we do have time, we're tired and end up just eating a bunch of trash food on our couch.

So tonight we're free of boys, dressed to impress and wearing the sharpest heels in case we have to step on creepers feet. The perfect night.

I'd be better if Victoria was actually paying attention to the bartender speaking. Instead her eyes are glued to her phone screen and her mind is somewhere else.

"Trouble in paradise?" She huffs bothered with something.

"Stop reading my mind. I don't appreciate your witchy powers" I click my tongue and she looks up at me.

"I don't have to try, you're clearly desperate for a text back"

Realising she's doing exactly what I'm saying, she tucks her phone back on her purse. "Can we talk about this over some expensive whiskey?"

"I'm here for that" The bartender who's been waiting for an answer for 5 minutes, speaks up. "Two whiskeys?"

Her face screws up "Ew no, I don't drink that shit, I was just being dramatic"

"Two martinis please" Laughing I order for the both of us.

"Of course, coming right up"

We've never been to this club before. Is relatively small but since we got here, the music has been pretty good. I can work with this.

"Here you have, two delicate drinks for two delicate woman" Accepting the glass I lock eyes with the attractive men.

"Well thank you" I read his name in the uniform tag "Marcus"

"You're welcome ma'am" His voice is rich and strong.

He's probably too old for me. Could he be a dad already? Dilf alert.

"Oh please, call me Josie" I extent my hand to shake his when his eyes widen in some source of panic.

"Josie?" He swallows hard "Oh sorry"

"Sorry? For what-hey" He leaves to go attend other costumers before I can get an explanation.

I was right, he's most likely a dilf and has a kid and a wife.

"That was weird" I sigh taking a sip from my drink

Vicky does the same "Totally weird"

Why is her tone funny?