The Foreigner

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Sage Taylor

I rubbed my hands down my dress and smiled. First night at a club and I was excited. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to see In-Yeop.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yes." I smiled.

He looked me up and down and smiled.

"You look beautiful." He said.

"Thank you, you look good as well." I said.

I looked him up and down, this was not a 18 year old boy in front of me. This man was dressed in a silk two piece with his chest out. His mullet was damp and boy did he smell so fucking good.

"You keep starring at me like that we aren't going to make it." He said.

I mushed him and scuffed.

"Boy you are not all that." I said.

He raised his brow as he opened the front door for me.

"You think I am that's why you looking at me like that." He chuckled.

I waved him off before getting into the car. He got in and pulled off, he held my hand and squeezed it.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"I love you too." I smiled.

He looked at me and smiled before focusing on the road. The drive to the club was short, we pulled up and it wasn't that crowded as I thought it would be.

We walked into the club and music filled our ears.

"Stay close ok." He yelled over the music.

"Ok." I nodded.

We walked through the crowd before coming up to the bar.

"What can I get ya?"

"Umm, shots of tequila." I smiled.

The guy nodded before walking away, I looked at In-Yeop who was scanning the crowd.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, just checking everyone out." He said.

I nodded, always on guard mode. The bartender returned placing a tray of shots in front of me. I grabbed two and gave one to In-Yeop.

"You ever got drunk before?" He asked.

"Nope." I laughed before tossing the shot back.

I scrunched up my face as the burning sensation filled my chest. In-Yeop chuckled before throwing his shot back like it was nothing.

"This is disgusting." I gagged.

"You'll get use to it." He chuckled.

I shook my head.

"It taste like medic-"

He interrupted me by placing a lime in my mouth.