𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥

𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘈

When I stepped out of the cab my attention caught on the line of people that wrapped around the block, and three bouncers crowding the entrance. Who were waiting to grant club goers entry.

Ruka asked me to call her once
I arrived.

I obliged, not liking the idea of waiting for hours with a crowd of strangers in a mile long line. My shoes were fabulous but they weren't meant for straggling lines waiting to get into a club.

"I'm here." I spoke into the phone.

"I'm coming to get you. Stay close."

She commanded on the other end of the phone.

"No. I think I'll go wandering around. There are just so many places I would just love to sneak off to." I sarcastically remarked.

"Don't be a smart ass."

I spotted Ruka the second she came into view. She wore an all back suit with a collared shirt, and Prada shoes that made me gawk.

Her suit fit her like a glove and not a size or two too big like Sunghoon wore his suits.No matter how many times I've lectured her about them being entirely too large he insisted that he needed to breathe.

I wondered who dressed this woman. She was always dressed to impress. Every article of clothing she wore tailored to fit her despite, her height and build. Ruka's eyes widened when she spotted me.

"Fuck, Pharita."

She had a dreamy look in her eyes when she said, "Spin for me baby."

I gave her a look but spun slowly letting her eyes run freely over me in my mini dress.

"You're a fucking goddess."

I locked my arms around my back feeling bashful.

"Come here."

Ruka hooked her arm around my waist pushing my body into her and covered my lips with her own. Her soft lips brushed against my mouth as she asserted claim on me in front of the club.

Ruka squeezed my ass with her other hand making me flinch and then giggle. She smiled against my mouth.

"You look stunning."

She confessed latching her fingers with mine.

"Thank you."

The bouncers didn't even attempt to stop us as we made our way passed them and into the crowded club.

The vibrant color of Entourage interior gave that certain night club edge. The lights flickered repetitively as they did at Ruka's club but with a technicolor instead of just red.

My eyes roamed over to the dance
floor where a crowd of people moving against each other to the latest pop song that's constantly in the rotation on nearly every radio station.

It seemed every woman was dressed in too tight dresses or cleavage baring tops. As if men weren't already breaking their necks to look their way. Tonight, I just happened to be one of them.

As we maneuvered through the crowd, Ruka stopped to acknowledge some
of her VIP members that she had personally invited to the club that night.

Many of them were single men who appeared to be in their late twenties, while others appeared much older.

A twinge of jealousy hit me instantly when a woman approached her.
She had a fair skin and a short black hair. She wore a black halter top dress whose hem barely passed her thighs.

"Ruka," she said. "It's been a long time."

Her brown eyes roamed over Ruka salaciously, as if she was imagining her naked. I knew with every fiber of my being that she had slept with this woman more than once. I knew, if only by the look in her eyes as she spoke to her. It was a look of pure lust, and
I hated it.