Dylan Ryder's FoolProof Guide to Womanizing

Chapter [7]

[7]

Brooklyn had gone straight home after work. It was now 8.37pm and she and Gigi would be hitting the club in about 3 hours. But she had to bring Xander home first.

Kelly the dinner chef and also live in baby sitter, was up and about in the kitchen. And upon seeing her Xander had leapt from Brooklyn's arms to go beg Kelly if he could have fish fingers for dinner.

Quickly obliging, Brooklyn decided that she'd let him have his choice for tonight. And so they all had fish fingers.

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"Dude, it’s almost 11 we should get going soon you know" Mason mumbled in a daze to me, after the shoot he'd come over and we'd been hooked on Warcraft ever since.

"Hey Dyl, heard you met Brooklyn today" immediately my attention switched to Chelsea who was standing by the door, forgetting about my game.

"Oh... That bad huh? I thought you were joking" she said turning to Mason.

"Hey hey whoa, I am in the room, what’s 'that bad'? I asked looking between them both.

"Well I may or may not have called Chelsea to tell her how whipped you were on this chick,"

"You did what? Me? Whipped? No I don’t think so" I said trying to convince myself as well as them.

"Well well well, the notorious womanizer has finally met his match" Chelsea hummed, "your growing up big bro" she said patting my back.

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"Gigi are you sure about this?" G-G had forced Brooklyn to wear this ridiculously short; figure hugging Alexander Mc Queen, electric blue strapless dress, that Gigi's creepy great uncle bought her for Christmas.

"Yeah course I’m sure. I refuse to let my great uncle see me in this...might give him more creepy unadulterated thoughts" she trailed off looking into the distance. "Plus it looks great on you" she said now sounding a lot more upbeat.

They barely even needed to glance at the bouncers as they entered the club but both girls felt their piercing perverted eyes on them. Brooklyn wanted to gag.

The vibe in the club was electric, Brooklyn wanted to get wasted and dance the night away, but the previous visit to the club combined with the cocktails paparazzi and dancing had repelled her against it.

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Several whiskies later, I was way on the way to being stoned. And Mason was off dancing with some rich chick. The only rich chick my half conscious mind wanted to see was Brooklyn.

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Brooklyn was dancing and swaying to the music. Little did she know every unintentional sway was making her dress ride up that little bit further.

"Fancy seeing you here" Brooklyn heard a now familiar voice say so close to her ear that she felt his whiskey and something sweet laden breath against it.

She turned around to face me, the alcohol must have reached my brain because it gave me a new found confidence "dance with me" I slurred.

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"You look gorgeous" Dylan Ryder said truly using the minor part of his brain that wasn’t intoxicated.

"Thanks" Brooklyn blushed.

Dylan placed his hands on her slender hips, and Brooklyn wrapped her arms around his neck.

They swayed together for the majority of the next hour before Dylan broke the silence, "I- you know what I’ll just show you"

That said he angled her chin up and pressed his lips onto hers. In the moments leading up to the part where Brooklyn realised that what she was doing was wrong, she moved her hands up to his hair and tugged deepening the kiss. When her brain kicked into full gear though she pushed him off of her and slapped him.

"Don't ever try something like that again" she hissed through clenched teeth. My cheek was still on inextinguishable fire when I yelled back,

Rule #5 Alcohol is NOT a stimulant

"What the f#@k? It’s that River guy aye? What do you see in him? Actually it’s that little s#@t isn't it? River must be your baby daddy" I laughed sarcastically at the fact that she'd been the first girl to reject me and that some f@#ker had been with her first...

A confused expression crossed her face before a look of realisation lit up her eyes and she gave him another hard slap. "you bastard, to think that I ever thought there was there was something about you...that I liked, and don’t you dare ever talk about things you know nothing about." Brooklyn practically spat at Dylan, before she turned and stormed away.

Brooklyn scanned the crowed to find Mason, who was dancing with Gigi when she did she walked up to them and said

"Sorry G to interrupt but" turning to Mason she continued, "your friends an asshole, oh and G, I’m calling it a night" she said before she stormed out of the club into the cold winter air where she hailed a cab. “F#*k you Dylan Ryder” she muttered to herself.

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