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Eight

Clay's POV

It took us 20 minutes to arrive at the bar with our girls in tow. If not for Troy's latest girlfriend, Patricia, we wouldn't be this late.

Normally, I prefer girl who were punctual. The kind that would look gorgeous in a matter of minutes with a great personality.

But I'm not so sure I got lucky tonight. The girl beside me was too loud and she kept on kissing me like her life depended on it. Don't get me wrong, I'm a male and I liked it but she shouldn't do that while I'm driving.

Hell, does she even want to live until she's fifty?!

"Come one, Babe." She whispers in a husky tone into my ear as her hands travelled down lower in my abdomen.

"What was your name again?

"Edith Hath-." I stopped her before she tells me of her surname by hitting the breaks hard. I can feel the wheels screeching as I take a quick turn in front of a bar.

"Yow, Man. Be careful!" Troy shouted from the back. No doubt, he was having a make-out session with the model.

"Get out. Now!" I ordered. The girl immediately winced and quickly left her seat which was on my lap and staggers as she gets out of my car.

I took a roll out of my money stash and dumped it in her hand. She's just some hire date, anyway. She accepted the money greedily and I drove the car straight to the next street where our favorite bar was waiting.

When I got out, Troy already gone inside while I breathed out some fresh air for a while. D*mn, my suit reeks of cheap perfume.

I opened my nightbag and changed into my v-neck shirt and went inside.

As expected, the bar was dark with only neon lights to light it up. Girls in skimpy dresses were walking around with guys by their sides, ordering drinks and taking shots.

I arrived to our usual VIP booth and sat down comfortably on the sofa, eyeing a group of ladies at the far end of the club.

I raised a glass for a toast, my eyes lingering in her body as she leans right into my direction.

"Gotcha." I said, drinking my shot.

Troy flicked his fingers, signalling for the waiter and whispered something into his ear.

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She walks closer to our table and stat directly on my lap.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She purred.
That's more like it.

"Clay."

Pretty soon, Troy and his girl started dancing while we stayed on our booth getting lost in each other's bodies.

This is going to be one hell of a night.

Harley's POV

Dear Diary,
Today would probably be one of the best days of my life. Clay apologized! Like... he freakin' DID!

I sound like a teenager right now! And where on Earth did I get a pen and paper?! I looked at what I wrote and cringed.

Eww.

Okay. Now time to live in reality, Harley.

I leaned back on the sofa, clutching my phone. Five minutes passed and I'm still starring at the ceiling.

I'm bored.

My phone beeped and I saw a message log coming from Savannah. So she's finally home, huh? I speed dialed her number and before the first ring ended, I can hear her buried breaths coming from the speaker.

"Oh, look! The bride's home." I grinned.

"Yeah. And I landed a huge deal in Africa so... do you wanna come celebrate? Let's go bar hopping!" She sounded cheerful today. Did she even saw her husband already?

OMG! Clay!

"You're a newlywed for Pete's sake, Savannah. Aren't you going on for a honeymoon?" I laughed.

"Nah. Maybe I'll see him tomorrow or whatever. Come on. I'm free for seven days. I'll pick you up in 20 minutes." She didn't even wait for my reply.

I got no choice, then.

Growing up, I've never been the one to be seen at parties. Well, if you wanted to count the relatives's birthday parties that I'm attending until 9th grade.

But I'm talking about the wild ones. The type that highschoolers are into in this day and age. Getting high and getting wasted.

I was the good girl in the family, anyway. The ONLY girl. The only child.

My mother likes to attend mass every sundays and she always brings me along with her. Parents used to say that I was a model child and how lucky my Mom was to have me.

4th grade came and I thought that everything will come easy for me like it used to but then, Barclay arrived.

I don't even know why he hates me and all but I'm pretty sure that he's one of the reasons why left and got home-schooled

I became silent and unresponsive to Mom and Dad. I only talk to my teacher whenever he asked me to explain something to him but, other than that, I all I mainly did was gestures and such.

College came and I attended Princeton. Mom didn't want to let me go and insisted that I attend the convent and become a Nun but I politely declined. Sad to say, she died of a broken heart.

My Dad stayed on our old home back in town and I seldom visit him. I still couldn't bear to see him after what I did.

Years later and here I am, a 29-year old (spinster?) and a hollow person. At 24,  I learned clubbing and flirting with men when a couple of my workmates brought me over to a bachlorrette party.

They made me drink and I welcomed the change. The very next month, I lost my virginity to one of the male strippers. I, feeling guilty, shut my Dad out of my life for the last time and I never visited him since.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the last time and left my apartment with a loud thud.

It's not use regretting things anyway.

Savannah picked me up at 20 as promised. She was wearing a sleek, black top that hugs her curves and a white miniskirt.

"You don't look married!" I laughed at her.

"I should say the same to you." She eyed me with a cheshire grin on her face. I twirled around to give her a good view of my dress.

It's just a simple flowing, peach coloured skirt with a black tube top. Nothing special. Except for the fact that my wedge makes me look taller than I already am.

"Ready for some fun?"

"H*ck, yeah!"