After It Thaws

one

"You work too much," Chloe said as she ran her fingers through her hair. I ignored her comment and furiously typed away on my laptop. 

I was just finishing up an article about sports for young female athletes and the impact it could have on the future. I sighed in content as I sent the article to my prof to check and then submit to the printer.

I looked up at Chloe who gave me one of her infamous faces as I rolled my eyes. "Well don't complain next time I fly us out to Milan for the week," I said in rebutle. She laughed and began packing up her things.

I packed up my laptop and a few other miscellaneous items into my Louis Vitton purse and led Chloe put the building.

"Good night Freddie," I called out. Freddie, my new assistant waved and then returned to whatever he was doing before.

I walked us to where my tinted Range Rover was parked and unlocked the car doors. The seats were a deep red, something I had custom-installed after I made Head Editor last year.

"We should go out," she said applying a thick layer of gloss to her lips. I smiled. I knew she was gonna say that. While I loved my job, going out changed me. It allowed a different side of me to come out.

"I'll never say no to free drinks and a potential hookup," I said. She smiled and began listing off clubs we could go to. Being in New York, we had a ton to pick from. But we had been to almost every cub and we didn't repate unless we had to.

As I pulled into my apartment building, Gary, my driver and kind of bulter greeted us with a smile. I handed him a crisp $100 bill and entered the elevator to the penthouse where I lived. 

Chloe skipped to her room, which I allowed her to decorate and have when she came to visit and stay with me. I placed my purse down and ran my fingers through my hair. Tonight was just what I needed. A relaxer for once.

"We should go to The 101," she said popping into my living room. The 101 was one of the hottest clubs in Manhattan. Usually, it was only for the elite of the elite such as celebrities, athletes, and rappers. "Yeah, if either of us was famous, sure," I replied stepping out of my red bottoms.

She smiled evilly, "I have an inside deal," she replied. I turned and smiled signifying that that would be our club for the night. 

She laughed walking back to her room to get ready and I did the same. I stripped out of my office attire and stepped into the warm shower.

My skin screamed at the contact but it felt amazing. As I scrubbed my body my fingers ran from the scar that started at my hip and went to the top of my knee. I sighed remembering the pain, the recovery, the heartbreak of it all. 

I shook my head trying to forget it all and speed out the shower. After finishing my makeup I finally decided on an outfit. I wore a skin-tight red leather mini-skirt with a matching top. I then zipped up my channel boots and matched them with channel jewelry.

I stepped out of my room to find Chloe already calling the Uber. She wore a white one-shoulder crop with a camo mini skirt that made her hair pop. She had on MY old red bottoms and wore some Cartier pieces.

"You look hot as fuck," I said touching her shoulder. She smiled and replied, "Bitch look at you. Everyone is gonna be all over you." I smiled as I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Vodka.

I held the bottle up and shook it calling Chloe over. I poured us a line of three shots before taking them back almost instantly. The liquid burned as it went down my throat. I shook my head letting my curls get even looser and messier. 

Chloe's actions almost mimicked mine except she began coughing violently. I handed her a glass of juice for a chaser which she happily accepted.

As she finished the juice the Uber arrived so we left and walked towards the elevator. As we entered the Uber I got a feeling like something odd was going to happen tonight, almost like a warning. I took it as I was still too sober and needed more shots.