Don't ask where I've been or where I'm going just take the smut and go y'all 😭
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Short and sweet, aka short and nasty 🤎 inspired by my twin flame who won't leave me alone 😵💫
Megan's POV
One thing anyone should know about me, my friends, and my team is that we will work hard and play even harder. I was currently in my ideal weekend element, surrounded by some of the people closest to me in a bustling downtown nightclub.
We've been here for a couple of hours now, and my friends have kept the cognac flowing, specifically by stocking the section with Hennessy. Every inhibition left my body with each sip of the amber liquor from my mini bottle. I knew I was starting to feel it when I danced with my eyes closed, and it felt like no one else was around.
"Girl," my eyes snapped open to see Kellon standing in front of me, "You got that man in a trance."
I looked over my shoulder to see a man staring at me from across the club with his mouth wide open. My eyes locked in on his, and I gave him a wink. He broke out into an uncontrollable grin. Men are so easy. Little did he know that would be the last time I even glanced in his direction tonight.
I laughed and took another sip of my drink as I turned back toward Kellon. "When I'm on that yac, I wanna dance."
"I hope he doesn't have a girl at home. She might have to come get him."
I shook my head. "She won't have to worry about me. I am not interested. Plus, he won't approach me. He'd probably piss his pants."
"Damn, that sucks for him. I guess I'm the lucky man tonight."
I shrugged. We'd have to wait and see where tonight takes me. There was a possibility that someone with money and confidence would walk up to me tonight.
"Your bottle is almost empty. Do you want me to get you a new one?" Kellon asked.
"Maybe chivalry isn't dead," I joked as he took my empty one and walked off.
That next bottle was my undoing. There was no denying it; thirty minutes later, I was dangerously skirting the line between tipsy and drunk...unfortunately, I teetered too far and had to accept that I was inebriated.
My feet began to hurt, so I moved off the dance floor and plopped down on one of the couches in my section. The rest of my friends were still in various places around the club, dancing, flirting, and regretting their life decisions.
I was so bored and so drunk that I was about to put my pride aside and do something that I'd never do sober. I took out my phone and texted Y/N. It wasn't wild, just an open-ended 'Hey, are you awake?' I was shocked that the message was even delivered, considering I've been blocked for months.
