The Perfect Duo

Chapter 3

"These are my boys." Justin told me after leading me to a private booth hidden behind dark satin curtains.

"That's Jeff." He pointed to a thin pale blond who sat on the far side of the booth. I eyed him suspiciously noticing the dark circles under his eyes and twitchy behavior. He made no attempt in greeting me back.

"That's Ronnie and his girl Aimee. Guys this is Ariana." These two seemed a little more approachable. Ronnie lightly scooted his girlfriend off his lap and stood to shake my hand. He was dressed nicely in an expensive button up and slacks. He flashed me a wide smile.

"Nice to see my man moving on to someone so lovely." What a charmer.

Aimee on the other hand wasn't so friendly. She didn't bother speaking to me or shaking my hand, she just offered a tight smile before addressing Justin. "You sure have a type."

What the hell did that mean?

I noticed Justin glare at her but didn't respond. Ronnie took the initiative in easing the tension.

"So what are you drinking Ariana?" He sat back down and gestured for me to take a seat next to him.

It was amazing how the curtain secluding their little booth created the illusion that the club was so far away. The music seemed quieter and other club goers seemed inexistent, anyone trying to remain hidden could definitely get away with it by staying here. No wonder why no one saw Justin earlier.

"I'm not drinking actually." I ignored the snicker that came from Aimee's direction.

Ronnie looked from Justin then to me. "Like ever?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Just not tonight. I have a big day tomorrow."

Feeling a hand at the small of my back I allowed it to guide me toward the seat Ronnie gestured to earlier. I slid into the booth behind the small table and Justin slid in next to me. I was literally trapped between both men and the table. Aimee remained standing, her arms were crossed over her chest and she almost seemed annoyed. Apparently she didn't enjoy another female presence. Honestly she was the least of my worries.

Now that I was closer to the table I perceived all of its contents. A half empty bottle of Hennessy, a few used shot glasses some cigarette butts in an ashtray, and at the center was a pile of snow white cocaine. A rolled bill was laying on top of a razor blade with three perfect lines of the white powder all primed for intake. My mouth suddenly ran dry and all I could think about was getting the hell out of there.

Ronnie must've noticed me eyeing the drugs. "Would you like to join?"

I looked at him hard, he was handsome with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a stubble of a beard but it was cut clean to look sophisticated. He was a schmoozer which only added to his charm, but I wasn't falling for it.

"No thanks." I answered before turning to Justin. I scooted close so I could whisper in his ear. "I have to go can you let me out?"

He looked up at me from his phone clearly unaware of what just happened. His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "What's up?"

"I just have to go." I repeated impatiently.

"Not until you tell me what your problem is." He didn't budge from his seat.

"Her problem is she doesn't want to party with us." Aimee's snotty voice interrupted, I hadn't realized we could be heard. I watched as she made her way to the front of the table took the rolled bill in between her fingers and bent down to take all three lines in one swift snort. She jerked up and sniffed whatever remnants were still in her nose. When she was finished she locked eyes with me, a triumphant look on her face. "You really know how to pick them Justin. She's just as stuck-up as the other one."