HOOKED (Never after series)

Chapter 3 (Wendy) ~

AN HOUR AGO, I WOULD HAVE SWORN WE were on the verge of being arrested, ad now I'm sitting in the VIP room of a swanky bar, sipping overpriced chanpange, courtesy of "an admire."

Apparently, the legal drinking age is more of a  suggestion here than an actual requirement. Emarrassment slams into me as I think of all the people outside, watching Maria yell because she bouncer didn't fall for my fake ID. I'm not surprised. I don't look a think like Angie's sister. I was tow seconds away from dipping into closest cab and bolting, but then a blond man in a fitted suit walked out and whispered in the doorman's ear. Next thing you know, we were led to VIP area.

I feel extremely out of place, but this is arguably the most fun I've had in years, which makes me feel pathetic considering we aren't doing anything other than drinking and people wayching.

Or more specially, watching for one person.

Hook.

I roll my eyes at the name but can't help the tendril of cutiosity that's bloomed inside me. Apparently, he's the main reason they always come to this place over any other, just for the hope to see him again.

Maria swears he's her soul mate, so every weekend she shows back up, her eyes peeled and her legs aleardy half open, hoping he''' come doewn from his ivory tower  and she can steal him away.

"So tell me about your man," I say to Maria as I sip from my champagne flute and glance around the room.

Angie groans. "Ugh, don't get her started."

Maria's face splits into grin. "It happened about a month agp when I was at the bar getting a round, and I swear to you, the crowds parted and there he was, sitting like a fucking god in te back booth, cigar smoke swirling around him."

"Did you talk to him?" I ask.

Angie laughs. "Yeah, right. She's have to get through all his lackeys for that."

I cock my head. "His lackey's?"

She lifts a shoulder. "He's always surrounded by men."

My brows shoot to my hairline. "Maybe he's gay."

Angie cackles, but Maria gaze narrows. "We had a moment."

"A moment so strong, he never searched her out after," Angie says with a snort.

"He's clearly  a busy man," Maria snaps, wiping a strand of hair from her face. "But that's why we're here now. One of these nights, he'll find me."

"And he'll take you up to his bed and split you apart with his mosnter cock." Angie's eyes grow big as she spreads her hands shoulders-width apart.

Giggling, I rub my face. "Well, that sounds realistic."

Maria's lips curls. "Girl why'd you even come if you're gonna talk a shit the whole time? You could have just stayed home saved us all the trouble."

I shrink into myself, my stomach burning with guilt. "I'm sorry. I belive you. I do." My fingers tangle in my lap, twisting around each other. "You just make him sound so...mythical."

Her eyes roll. "It's not like he's figment of our imagination, Wendy. He's a businessman. He own the fucking bar." My brow rises. "He does?"

"I think so anyway. He's not always down here, but whenever he is, he comes from the back always sits in that same spot." Maria points to the far corner of the room, where a booth sits--an empty space in the  other-wise crowded room. She takes a sip of her drink. "Anyways, luck is on my side. I can feel it." She taps her long, red nails to her temple.