It was great finally meeting Alissa's boyfriend, Ricky, and Brian a.k.a Ricegum. The Clouthouse is honestly the coolest and grandest house I've ever seen. Both Ricky and Brian are great guys and true gentlemen, I'm so happy that Alissa found someone whose good to her.
Meanwhile it's 7PM and I'm back home, my furniture has arrived and I've just received my postmates. The grilled veggies with brown rice taste fine, nothing special however it is healthy, that must count for something.
Kneeled down in my walk in closet, filled with boxes, I sigh. "How am I ever going to find anything in this mess." I put my hand in a random one and swirl around the different materials. "This'll do." I hold this gold body-con dress in front of my face and nod. "Perfect!" Note to self: stop talking to yourself. "Meh I actually don't give a fuck, let's get some music going!" I turn Spotify on and start doing my makeup and hair while singing along to Kendrick Lamar. Let's go for a light, natural glowy look. When done I look satisfied at my own reflexion.
From Amanda:
'Super excited for tonight, meet you in the lobby at 11:30PM?! XX'
To Amanda:
'Perfect! Let's partyyy X'
I slip into the dress, put some gold heeled sandals on and smile. "I look hot!" A spray of perfume will make me irresistible. I have some more time to kill so let's vlog me weirdly dancing around my apartment, Ha comedy.
(The outfit)
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Heading down to the Lobby I see both Amanda and Alissa already waiting with George Janko and Mark Dohner. I hug the girls and introduce myself to George and Mark who immediately make me feel welcome.
"Are we ready to go?" I ask, hopping from one leg to the other.
"We're just waiting for one more person." Amanda responds.
Alissa hooks her arm into mine with a smirk on her face, that can't mean anything good. "You look nice." She compliments me.
"So do you. I love those shoes! They're Jimmy's no?"
"Good eye." I flip my hair and laugh.
"Yoooo guys" The blonde chotch Logan Paul has arrived... He man-hugs the boys "Thassss ma boyyyy" and then turns to us. "Damn Ladies looking good."
While moving his thumb over his bottom lip. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, It's Logan."
His hand, featuring a Gucci lion pinky ring, reaches in my direction. Our eyes lock as I shake his big, soft but still rough, hand. "Brooke Ray, pleasure."
My teeth bite into my bottom lip, I can't help myself. His eyes glide over my body and linger at my chest. An expensive smelling cologne hangs around him wich makes him even more attractive. He is taller then me so I have to look up but not so tall it hurts my neck, I'm 5'9 after all. My eyes stop at his-
"Uhm so when you guys are done staring at each other I would like to get fucked up, k? thanks" Mark interrupts.
We skip the line at this clearly popular club, the loud music is bursting out of the boxes and immediately makes move me to the rhythm. Into the VIP area we go, Mark takes it upon himself to order a few expensive bottles of champagne.
Alissa slides next to me on the round couch, oh god she still has the smirk. I feel a push in my side, my eyes glide up to the doer.
She starts laughing "I told you he's hot."
My eyes roll back. "I mean... susljfl"
"What did you say..?"
"He is okay" I have to give in.
The bottles 'Dom' arrive with flames, we cheer at the sight of it. The lady in the tiny outfit fills our glasses while Amanda grabs one and turns to us. "I just want to say welcome to my good friend Brooke, we're happy you're with us and that you are never leaving again! Cheers!" Everyone claps for Amanda, I blow her a kiss and smile.
Three or four glasses of champagne later I feel like hitting the dance floor. "Are we going to dance or what?!" Screaming to make myself understandable over the loud music. Logan, George and Alissa join me.
We disappear into the crowd as my hips move to the rhythm of the song, when all of a sudden I feel a couple of big hands on my hips. They pull me towards him and start dancing against my ass. His moves becomes more aggressive and his fingers are pressing hard into my skin. The alcohol gives me a delayed response.
But when I eventually try to move away, the hands pull me back. "Ok, that's enough" I tell the guy. Still not letting me go
"Let me go!" I say louder this time.
"The lady said enough, okay mister?!" I feel the guy roughly letting go.
"Thank you Logan" I smile with gratitude.
"Maybe it's time we head back, don't you think" He speaks in my ear.
"I don't want to let such a dick ruin our night" My lips accidentally graze past his earlobe.
A smile appears on both of our faces. "You're right! But we should go somewhere else." I my raise eyebrows.
"The DJ booth!" Apparently Logan knows the guy. A combination of both alcohol and the exclusive fun we're having in the booth make me feel invincible. We have a lot of fun dancing.
But eventually I've had enough of it so I head back to the group. "Okay one, two , three drink!" Mark commands before we all pour the burning liquor simultaneously down our throats.
