"Matteo what the hell are you doing in here" I grip my towel ever tighter to my body. "No need to hide amore mio it is nothing I haven't seen before." He smirks and locks the door after walking closer and closer to me. "How did you even get in here...
"I told you this place was going to be packed tonight," Zahra looks at me with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. We hadn't even walked into the building yet, but I could tell by the line of people wrapped around the building that this night was going to be eventful.
Walking to the front of the building Zahra and I don't even attempt to wait in line. We walked right in through the front door but not without hearing groans and complaints from people who I assume have been waiting there for a pretty long time. I look at Zahra with a smirk as I notice how she convinced the bouncer to allow us to walk right in by whispering something into his ear and gliding her hand along his chest.
"What did you promise him," I say as I wiggle my eyebrows at her and giggle. "Oh shut up you know exactly what I said to him." She says while rolling her eyes at me but then they drift to scan the room. " It's not going to happen though; he's not my type," she says with a shrug of her shoulders and looks back at me.
"Come on, I need a drink," I say as I grab her hand and drag her to the bar. " Two Margaritas on the rocks with salt." I grab the drinks and hand one to Zahra.
While finishing the last few sips of my drink I turn around on the stool to scan the room. All around the room, you see sweaty people dancing with each other. Well, let me rephrase that, sweaty people grinding on one another. Judging by the way there is no room for Jesus it wouldn't be right to call it dancing.
The only place in the room where you didn't see people "dancing" on each other was up in the VIP section.
The section was full of men.
All of which were sitting in the area drinking, smoking, and laughing hysterically at some joke the youngest one of the group made. The men did not look too old, but you could tell they were in their late 20s to early 30s. All but four; and they were very good-looking. One was the man who told the joke, two of which were sitting on the couch opposite of him, and lastly, one man with a deadly glare on his face as if he wanted to kill anyone who looked in his direction. Besides the four of them, the rest of the group seemed like they were older.
Other than the men in the section there were a few ladies in there as well. Ehhh...let me rephrase that, not ladies more like whores in teenie tiny dresses sitting in the men's lap grinding on their legs ready to risk it all for a fuck.
Don't get me wrong, I am all for wearing skimpy outfits and going to the club. I mean hey look at me now. Even the part where I dress like that to get laid, but the dry humping on the legs in the public eye is where I draw the line.
Looking away from that section I scan the room once more before spotting Zahra dancing with two girls. I assume they must be her targets for the night. Hints why the bouncer was not her type. Well, that and because he was not very good-looking in the first place, but hey whoever likes it, I love it.
After deciding not to be a lame bitch and waste a good night at a nicely packed and newly opened club. I got up from the stool and decided to go and dance. Moving through the swap of sweaty bodies I get somewhat near Zahra before I just start dancing. After all, she is my hype girl and it is the same the other way around. I make eye contact with Zahra to quickly check-in before I start to dance and sway my hips to the beat of the song.
A few guys try and get behind me as I dance but I push them all off because none of them fit the expectations I was looking for. Again, I feel a hand brush against my ass and I get a whiff of vodka as someone tries to dance and speak to me. I turn around getting ready to turn him away when I realize he is actually kind of cute so I decide to give him a shot.
"What's your name beautiful," he asks as he uses his hands to feel my body as I dance. "Nia," I lie as I move his hands where I want them to go as I continue to move my hips to the beat. " A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, my name is Jackson." He said a little bit lower than a yell because he was already close to my ear as we continued to dance.
It was all going well until I got the feeling I was being watched. I knew it wasn't Jackson watching me being he had his eye closed and was dancing with his head up to the ceiling. I also knew it wasn't Zahra because when you know someone for so long you become accustomed to the thing they do. Zahra's stare doesn't feel as intense as this one did.
This particular stare was extremely intense and it also felt like they were burning holes into my body. I turned my head in the direction I felt the stare coming from only to find the same man from the VIP with the glare staring directly at me.
I stare back.
The only time I break eye contact is to give him a once-over. Now that I am on the floor I am able to get a better look at him. He was sitting, legs spread open, tight white button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows showing his tattooed arms and hands. I assume that they were all over his body judging by the way they come past his shirt and up his neck. Going back to his face, he was fine as fuck. His sharp jawline, his sharp hairline, and dark green eyes.
Looking back at his eyes, I watch him do the same. Examining my body, but he did it slowly as though he was trying to undress me in the center of the club. Meeting back at my eyes we both hold eye contact, neither one of us wanting to back down and break it.
After what seems like 5 minutes when in actuality was no later than 45 seconds I raise a challenging eyebrow daring him to look away, all he does is look at me with a smirk before actually looking away to whisper something to his friend. I take this as a victory and turn to continue to dance with Jackson.
After a few moments of Jackson running his hands down my body, I suddenly feel him stop and pull away. I open my eyes about to question him when he quickly beats me to it. "Uhhh I-I I have to go to the uhh r-r-restroom, yeah the restroom. Be right back." he stammers as if he is afraid of something.
I raised a confused brow in Zahra's direction because she also noticed the way Jackson just up and left. She was about to mouth something to me before something caught her eye. She looks shocked at first then looks back at me with a smirk on her face. My face molds into one of confusion before I turn and look in the direction she is looking at.
Stalking towards me was the same guy from the VIP section.
Also SOOOO sorry for not updating you but it finally happened so you can STFU NOW because here is an update. Anyways Matteo broke eye contact?!?!?!? Like what who really wears the pants here 😂 regardless of that that still bae so not to much on him cs the book hasn't even gotten good so stay tuned and if you could help your girl out here and click the little star that would be AMAZZZZZZ.
"We go together now mwah give me a kiss."💋
xoxo,
-badussyB1TCH
(That gave gossip girl. Also, act like there is outro music😭)
