Neglected

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Previously on Neglected

He barely met the woman and yet she was already making him feel possessive. The thought that some other man was married to her AND neglecting her was absolutely insane to him. Shit if he was the one married to her he would make sure she would be pampered and properly fucked every damn day.

But whatever. Soon she wouldn't even remember her soon to be ex husband's name.

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Amara was nervous, and that was putting it lightly. While the two of them kept idle chatter on the way to the club, Amara mind was somewhere else. What if Sebastian came home early? Or he calls her while she was at the club?

Okay...the likelihood of that happening are slim to none, but she couldn't help it.

"You good?" Amara jumped slightly turning to look at Woo, who was glancing at her before turning his attention back on the road.

"Yes." She replied with a small smile. "I'm just nervous, I haven't been to a club in years." Amara frowned when that statement left her mouth. That was such a sad statement to her.

"Not much of a partier?" Woo asked, maybe taking her to a club was a bad idea. Dinner probably would of been nicer.

Amara let out a soft giggle as she shrugged her shoulder, her attention now focused on the scenery that past them. "No, it's not that. Sebastian doesn't like clubs. Unless it's a country club." She scrunched up her nose with annoyance. She hated country clubs. With a passion.

"But I love night clubs." She turned her head to look at him with a grin. "While I probably don't look like it now, the old me was a party animal." Woo chuckled as he stole another glance at her. She was right, she did not look like a party girl but he could imagine it, just a few years younger her being a wild, free woman. He wondered if he could get that side of her to come out tonight.

"The old you?" He pressed on, trying to get more out of her.

Amara nodded her head. "Yeah.  Before Sebastian, I was a really big partier. In America my friends and I use to travel to go to clubs and festivals." She let out a sigh as she started to reminisce those times. How did she end up here? She use to be a fun girl, who partied, smoked and drunk all night having the time of her life. Now she's a housewife, living in a foreign country with a shitty husband who she was positive didn't love her like she loved him. She shook her head gently as she crossed her legs. When are they going to arrive at this club?

Woo glanced over at her when she got quiet, she seemed to be lost in her own mind...he can't have that, her attention should be on him. Making a daring move he moved his right hand and sat it on her knee, gently rubbing thumb over the smooth skin.

Amara gasped when she felt his large hand on her knee but she didn't move his hand, choosing to look out the window so he couldn't see her flushed complexion. No matter how dark she was she was pretty sure the red would give her face some sort of reddish hue.

"Baby girl." God there's that nickname again. It was absolutely sinful! "When we get to the club stay by me at all times. Okay?" Um, alright...strange but Amara nodded anyways. She didn't had to told twice. Though she was curious why she had to stick with him, shw wasn't going to ask why. Shit, she wasn't stupid if he does illegal shit she could act like the helpless American. Hmm, maybe she should cry and slip into her Southern Belle persona. She knew being a débutante would be helpful one day.

Amara was so caught up in her alibi that she didn't notice them pulling up to the club until someone opened her door causing her to let out a embarrassing squeak. She snapped her head to look at who opened the door seeing the valet who had an apologetic look on his face. She smiled politely as she unbuckled her seat belt and started to climb out the  car but before she could stand up Woo appeared in front of her with his hand stretched out got her to take.

Amara blinked a few times, fuck it's been forever since someone helped her out. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly as she took his hand.

"Thank you." She muttered as she let him help her out the car. Once out she straighten out her dress, no need to have a wardrobe malfunction before she even entered the club, and looped her arm around his.

"Remember what I told you." Woo spoke, his tone was low so she would be the only one who heard him. Amara nodded her head.

"Stay close to you." Woo smiled.

"Good girl." Oh. The Southern beauty bit down on her bottom lip at that. Of course he would say something that would trigger her praise kink. Of fucking course. Shit Sebastian didn't even know about that kink.

As the two of them walked towards the line Amara hoped that Woo had was on some type of list. She hated lines, her shoes wasn't made for her to be standing for long periods of time. No sir! Amara almost started to cry tears of joy when Woo lead her to the front of the line towards the bouncer, who let them in with no questions asked. She guessed Woo goes here often. Thank Jesus.

Amara glanced around her surrounding area as Woo lead her to somewhere. The club was bumping, playing some good ass music and the waitresses and bottle girl all had some banging bodies with flawless makeup. She was slightly envious. It wasn't that she hated her curves, nah she loved them but being surrounded by women who could probably fit in her 12 year old sister's clothing would probably have Beyonce questioning her weight and shit...

Okay. Probably not Queen Bey, but still! It had her wondering if she should start working out more maybe start dieting. That thought quickly went out the window. Who was she kidding. Amara loved food and hated sweating. It always caused her to inch like a dog with fleas. Fuck that mess!

Amara soon found herself being lead to a VIP section. Her favorite place. What? She was spoiled, and the VIP sections were always lit back in the States. As the two of the got situated a botrle girl was quick to their table. Woo spoke in Korean to the pretty girl, before looking at Amara and asking what she wanted to drink.

"Vodka, neat with a side of lemon." She ordered as she crossed her legs. The bottle girl quickly scampered off to get her drink and whatever Woo ordered. And all Amara could hope was that she didn't get too turnt tonight.