Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called in to work, Raya literally falls in the lap of a my...
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Raya
I ignored his message. I wasn't going to be worried about him when I could be getting fucked balls deep tonight.
I blocked the number so he wouldn't be disturbing me today and I drove to the nearest club. It's seven at night right now so it's probably not as packed which is good for me.
When I arrived, I gave the bouncer my ID and ignored the way he looked at my underdressed attire.
Fuck him, I'm getting fucked either way.
"Holy shit.." I gawked at the large crowd surrounding the club.
If this isn't a full crowd then I'm in for some chaos. There's people everywhere! Dancing, laughing, drinking and jumping each other. It smells like sweat and hormones in this bitch. Red LED lights are surrounding the whole place and there's glow sticks everywhere. I am not prepared.
"This place is crazy." I yelled to no one in particular. Glorilla is playing and some people are singing along to the lyrics, pausing every time she says the N word.
Someone bumped into my shoulders and I gasped. "Bitch!" I yelled at the girl sending her a finger when she just looked at me uninterested.
"Where are the drinks?" I looked around trying to find the bar but I was short and had to stand on my tiptoes to look over people heads.
I go up to the bar when I finally found it and asked for a shot of Hennessy and two shots of Don. I watched as the cute bartender filled the cups up to the rim and hands me one. "Who about to drink all of this with you ?" He asked bewildered. His brown eyes stared at me skeptically and I giggled.
"I'm going solo tonight baby!"
"Should you be-"
"Hush up." I shushed him, putting my fingers to his soft lips and he smirked. He's really pretty. Brown eyes, jet black hair and a straight jawline. He has a baby face but the tattoos and many piercings tells me he's anything but. Hm.
"Hey, want to take a shot with me?" I asked him and he raised an eyebrow. "Come on..." I looked at his name tag. "Henry."
His frown was deep and he seemed to be contemplating but after giving him my puppy dog eyes he finally gives in with a light shake of his head.
