Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 19-Guys/Girls night out

_Henry's POV_
After much hesitation, I let Lucas and Detective Hanson drag me down to a club of the sorts. We stood in line, and a fabulously dandy fellow walked up to me. "You're in," he said; pointing in my direction. "Me?" Lucas asked. "No.. Him," he spoke; pointing to me once again. "They're with me," I grinned; motioning towards Hanson and Lucas. The fellow nodded his head, and let us inside. Once inside, it was incredibly loud.. Most definitely over 110 decibels of sound were present, and there were exotic women everywhere. "Hey, you're cute," a woman spoke; walking up to me. "Back off, he's mine. I saw him first, Jess," another spoke; grazing my biceps lightly. "Actually, I'm married, and my partner is the only woman for me.. She's gorgeous, and clever, and is a lovely mother.. So please.. Kindly.. Back away," I smiled. "Aww that's so sweet," spoke. "What's her name?" the other asked. "Jolene.. But she prefers Jo," I replied. "Shot?" someone asked; handing me a glass. I placed a hand above it, and wafted quickly. "What is this? Vodka?" I squinted. "Yep," the busty one spoke. "I only drink wine. Life is too short to waste on cheap alcohol," I announced. "Oh my god. I need that saying on a poster in my room," the blonde spoke. "I've always thought it was rather clever," I grinned. "Tell us more about your girl," the busty one responded.
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_Hanson's POV_
Henry sat in the corner with a large group of gals, speaking about Jo, and Lucas and I were left on the dance floor; glow sticks in our hands. "Awww," the group of women said. Henry had taken his wallet out and shown them a picture of his children.
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_Jo's POV_
"Go, go, go, go, go!" we screamed. Karen's right hand gal just chugged half a bottle of vodka. We crossed our legs and spoke about our husbands; enjoying the club environment. They were.. At least.. I was the one who got us in, but I wasn't too crazy about it.. Especially since I can't drink. "Hey sexy," a man spoke. "You should come dance with me." I'm wearing that bright red dress Henry had gotten me for my birthday one year, and am showing quite a bit of cleavage. I caught him staring down at my breasts. "First. My eyes are up here," I spoke; my eyebrows arched. "Oooo," the girls around my mumbled. "Second, I'm married," I grinned. "That's never gotten in the way before," he smirked; touching my breast. Henry suddenly came up behind him, and tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned around, and Henry punched him hard. In the face. "That's my wife you just fondled," he fumed. My eyes widened. The man looked stunned. "Hey. Hey. I'm sorry man," he replied; getting to his feet. He got Henry with a left hook, and Henry crashed to the ground; caught off guard. "Just call me when you want to really be showed a good time in bed, honey," he chuckled. Henry got to his feet, and slammed his fist right into the man's jaw; making him stumble backwards. "Henry. Stop," I interrupted. "You want to go, buddy?" the guy asked. "Certainly," Henry responded. They got in a fist fight; dodging and fisting. I got to my feet to break them up; taking my badge out, and the man connected with my jaw; knocking me to the ground. The girls in my group jumped up to help me, and something shifted in Henry's eyes. He slammed the guy against the wall; beating the living crap out of him. "You have the audacity.." he screamed; his fist connecting with the guy's face. "Henry. Stop," I urged; grabbing him. The guy backed away; terrified, and Henry breathed heavily. "I'm sorry.. I.." he began. I pressed my lips against his, and shoved him against the wall; wrapping a leg around him. "Take me right now. Right here," I whispered; not caring that my group, and Henry's was watching me. He kissed me hard; grabbing my ass, and pulling me closer. "Dear lord," he mumbled. "I didn't even know you guys were at the same club," I grinned. "Nor did I know you girls were here," he replied. "That was so hot," I muttered; grinding on him hard. I dragged a lounge chair over and he sat down; pulling me down on him.
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