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I'm outside, I texted to Jay. With my heart pounding through my chest, I waited on him to respond and say he was on his way outside of the club to meet me. I stared at my phone waiting on him to read the message. Once he did, I watched as the three dots popped up indicating that he was writing.
Come in. I'ma meet you at the door.
"What!" I said to myself. The last thing I wanted to do was walk inside of the club with him. If we were going to do this, we needed to be as discrete as possible. I didn't want to be seen with him, especially in a club.
Why? I thought you were leaving?
After I boldly asked him to have sex with me, he laughed, sent me his location, and told me to pick him up to take him back to his place. That was a dangerous move for me though. What if Kelly decides to creep on him and sees my car? I didn't want that to happen and I'm pretty sure he didn't either.
Get out, he responded. I scoffed and turned my car off before grabbing my wallet, keys, and phone and getting out.
As I walked to the double doors of the nightclub, I could see Jay at the door talking to one of the bouncers with a cigar in his mouth. He seemed to have been in a good mood with the way he was smiling, showing all 28 teeth. Once I was close enough, I grasped the attention of him and the two bouncers.
"ID, ma'am?" One asked me, but Jay quickly shut that down by telling them I was with him. He looked at me up and down before leading me inside the nightclub.
"Why did you want me to come in?" I asked, taking my hand away from his.
"Because I wanted to. You didn't wanna come in?"
I looked around and shook my head, "Not really, but whatever. Where are we going?"
He didn't say anything as we got on the elevator and headed for the top. It seemed to have been a VIP section. It wasn't as packed as the floor down below and there was actually room to move around so I was feeling it.
Honestly, I wasn't even in the mood to party. I only had one thing on my mind and that was having sex with him. While he engaged with his guy friends, I stood with my back against the wall ready to go. My mood was shot and I didn't even want to do anything more.
Just when I was going to tell him that I was leaving, he walked towards me with two shot glasses.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Ciroc in one, Paul Mason in the other."
I looked at him and laughed, "That's like mixing brown with white. Are you trying to get me fucked up?"
"Well, no. But you seem kind of bored over here. This will put you in the mood."
I took both shots down and he stared at me with a smirk. "I am ready to leave though. I'll just... see you later I guess."
