NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

05💋

❥ Sarah❥

I headed to the local bar down my street, and as I pushed the door open, the smell of whiskey hit me. Inside, I spotted Sam engrossed in her phone.

I approached her, dodging past the sweaty guys at the bar, and sat beside her. "Whatcha watching?"

She jumped, then scowled playfully. "Sarah! Don't sneak up on me like that," she pouted.

I chuckled, moving closer. "Sorry. What's up?"

"Just checking if Andy has read my message. It's been five minutes, and I'm getting anxious," she confessed.

Sam was always obsessed with Adam, which used to make me laugh. Back in high school,  she was always against love.

Now look at her. Being all love--sick.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, flagging down Steve the bartender. "Maybe he's busy with his mom. Remember how clingy she gets when he's home?"

She sighed. "Right, but he should still have his phone with him."

"Maybe it died," I suggested.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" I smirked, staring at Steve. He always had a thing for me and of course I turned it down. He was hot, with his usual black shirt he loved wearing every night. His blue eyes were a sore sight to stare plus his body resembled a male stripper.

Trust me. It was a turn on.

"The usual," I rested my hands against the table, my eyes never leaving his," Sex on the beach, sweetie," 

His gaze was always intense each time I flirted with him. It was fun.

"Sure,babe," he winked before leaving.

"You two should just hook up and give me free drinks." Sam joked,

I laughed. "Who knows, maybe someday." Then I took a sip of her drink.

"So..." She hesitated.

I raised an eyebrow, asking, "So?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Did you sign the contract?" she whispered, as if it was a secret mission.

"You don't need to..." Steve accidentally dropped my glass. I thanked him quietly before refocusing on Sam. "You don't need to whisper, you know."

"Fine, but did you?"

"Of course I did. It would be crazy not to," I replied, taking a gulp of my drink and placing it forcefully on the table.

"You seemed worried," she said with a concerned, motherly tone. After a brief pause, she asked, "How's James doing?"

"He's doing okay, but also not so great," I managed to say. I was about to speak further, but a group of nosy men walked into the bar, interrupting us.

"His medication ran out two weeks ago," I continued.