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Nine

A couple of wolf whistles here and there and finally, we arrived at the center of the bar where bodies are milling about everywhere.

Savannah ordered 2 shots of vodka for the both of us and after drinking her in a huge ggulp he eyes trails to almost every male in the area while I only took a small sip as I move my body to the beat of the music.

They changed the lighting and the whole club looked like shades of grey, neon green and violet thrown in a mix. They even changed the beat into a sensual one.

By and by, I saw Savannah dancing with some random that asked her to dance a few seconds ago. I could tell that she didn't waste a second on deciding it. The guy was a hunk and he probably towers a foot from Savannah's tall frame.

A guy in glasses approached me and introduced himself. His name is Henri and he's a real estate broker, 34 years old and looking for a girlfriend who could cook, clean and great in bed.

"I don't know if I might meet your expectations, Henri. Maybe what you need is a wife?" I mused.

Henri just grinned in mischief and tugged me closer to him as we're swaying in the dance floor with the other couples oblivious of the other pairs.

This is what I like about clubs. Nobody knows anybody, except for those on dates, and nobody gives a d*mn.

It must've been minutes when the music changed into a fast beat and Henri brings me closer to him. I could even smell a faint hint of whiskey on him with cigarettes.

Due to my discomfort, I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter, leaning in for a kiss.

"Let me go." I ordered.

"Nah, Babe. It's my turn now." Then I felt his rough hands grazing on the soft material near my thighs.

"Stop it."

"Sorry, buddy. You stole my date." A turned around to see the owner of the voice and sure enough, it was Clay and he looks dangerous.

Like dangerously sexy.

I felt a sense of relief and dread washing over me like cold water. One, I'm happy that he's gonna save me and all but two, I still couldn't forget everything because he just apologized.

"Y-yeah. You should go, Henri. It's my date's turn." Henri let go of me in a huff while muttering something to himself.

I sighed.

Safe at last. I turned to him and mouthed a "thank you" as I walk over to the bar where I used to sit but he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to the VIP lounge where they also had their own mini dance floor.

"She goes with me." He said to the guard.

"H-hey!" I yelped.

"You said it's my turn." He said.

"Yeah. But you're not my date!" I protested.

"Just dance with me, Harley. I can't let them have a look of you in here, let alone, touch you." He glared menacingly at me... or was it meant for the guys behind me?

Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head                
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?

I quickly out my arm around his shoulders and leaned closer to him. "I really don't wanna be their next target." I whispered to him.

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

I didn't think he heard me but then I felt a light chuckle coming out of his chest. It was enough to calm me down as I let him glide and move me in the endless rhythm of the music.

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air

'Cause you're my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare      
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy you're my temporary high

I wish that when I wake up you're there           
To wrap your arms around me for real 
And tell me you'll stay by side

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true

Tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain
Not even death can make us part
What kind of dream is this?
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you...

And then I woke up because I felt someone tapping my shoulder while I snuggled into my warm pillow while it wraps its arms around me.

Wait... warm??? Arms?

I hastily stood up only to be caught by my pillow --- a pair of arms again because of dizziness.

I fixed my hair and I was met with a pair of dark, hazel eyes.

Clay.

"S-sorry for sleeping on you." I stuttered.

"It's okay, Hare." Another guy answered for him. It's just Troy.

"Where's Savannah?" I asked. Oh, gods! Savannah! She must've seen me snuggling with her husband! This is wrong, so wrong in so many levels. And we're still at the bar!

I paled. Now she's gonna think I'm a sl*t or whatever!

Clay must've noticed my panicking expression so he pulled me closer to sit beside him on the couch.

"Relax, Harley. Savannah's in the ladies room, puking her eyes out. Too much alcohol intake." He says it as if he's only talking about a colleague.

"Aren't you supposed to be there for here...?" I asked him again.

"Their marriage was a marriage of convenience, Hare. They just wanted to be married in name because of their obnoxious relatives and their tradition." Troy smirked, handing me a glass of water. "You must be parched."

I accepted the glass and drank the water carefully to avoid ruining my dress.

"But eventually, they're gonna start a family, right?"

"De Rio," both guys looked at her like she had grown two heads.

"What?" Both of them laughed at her, never minding the gorgeous girl beside Troy who seems to be passed out, too.

"Barclay doesn't wanna have kids."