Your pov.:
"You are fired!", the voice of my boss boomed through his office, causing me to flinch.
"What? But-"
"Get out!", he screamed, making me slump my shoulders in defeat and quickly scramble out of the room.
My boss was testing my patience all day and when I cought him saying hurtful things to one of his employees, I lost it and told him that he should take anger management classes. He didn't find that one bit amusing and this action costed me my job.
I slipped into my car and slamed the door closed. I pulled at my hair frustrated, before letting out an ear piercing scream and slamming my fists against the stearing weal repeadly. I worked my ass up to get this job and now the whole opportunaty was gone. It's not like I couldn't find a similar job to this somewhere else but all my efford just wasn't worth it. When I calmed down a bit, I started the engine and started driving towards my house. I turned on the radio and and immediately music filled the car.
So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? We're just having fun, we don't care who sees. So what we go out that's how it's supposed to be. Living young and wild and free
I sang along the lyrics to "young, wild and free" when a thought popped up into my mind. I was never the person to go clubbing but that night, getting drunk seemed the perfect way to forget about my problems for a while.
"Screw it", I mumbled under my breath and took a sharp turn, driving now in the direction of "Kings", the biggest casino and club of the city when not even state.
I got out of the car and looked down at my outfit. I wore a light blue skinny jeans and a tight shirt, so I wasn't looking that bad.
I could already hear the blasting music of the club and the floor was vibrating lightly because of the bass. I entered the casino and was immediately met with the smell of weed, alcohol and sweat. I made my way through the dancing crowd to the huge bar and sat down on one of the bar stools.
"Just give me the strongest drink you have", I muttered and the bartender nodded and got to work.
After a few minutes he placed what looked like somekind of cocktail infront of me. I thanked him politely and took a big sip. The alcohol burned in my throat but I drowned almost everything of it anyway. I made a face at the bitter taste and let my head fall into my hands.
"You don't drink that often, do you?", a deep voice sounded from beside me and I inwardly rolled my eyes.
The last thing I needed right now was some wanna be gentleman, looking for a good fuck.
I let out a heavy sigh.
"No", I answered without looking at him.
"What's bothering you then?", his raspy voice sounded again.
"None of your business", I snapped.
"You're a feisty one, aye?", he chuckled.
"Look, I don't need some stupid stranger trying to hit on me, thinking he owns the damn club and-", I stopped mid sentence when I looked up and catched sight of the man I was talking to.
He was gorgeous. He wore a black suit and the fabric on his arms was stretching over his biceps. His light brown hair was gelled back into a quiff. He had pink plump lips, thick dark eyebrows and beautiful brown eyes. Great. He looked like a fucking sex god.
"But I do", he spoke.
"What?", I mumbled.
"I do own the club", he shrugged.
"Of course", I chuckled.
Who else? I forced my eyes away from his lips and for the first time that night we locked eyes. Something in his eyes changed after that.
