I feel the sweat dripping down my body when I'm done dancing, and for all the people who say dancing's not a workout, they need to try doing a spinning handstand.
And honestly, the only reason I'm dancing my beautiful ass off if because of him, that gorgeous man at the club last night. I remember there being a fight and him picking me up. I can still feel his muscled, corded arms, holding me like a new bride. As I change, I remember how we met. (His outfit above!)
Flashback
I've been here for a few hours and I think I drank too much. Angie made sure I had at least 2 shots before I walked away from the bar, but you know when you're at the club, you at least need to have one mojito. I think I had one too many and now I was just buzzed. I just sat at the bar, waiting for Angie when this super drunk guy sat next to me. He was obviously a Dom, but when he saw me, I only saw greed and I don't think he knew I was one of the owners. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and leaned into my side, his breath stinking with mead. " Hey there, boy. How much for a bj, huh ?" I shrugged him off, glaring at him calmly. " Sorry, but I'll have to ask you to leave." He got a bit aggressive, pulling at me and starting to cause a scene. He pushed me onto the floor and when he went to slap me, a large hand stopped him.
I looked for behind my hand to see a fuckingGreek statue of a man. His large hand pushed down the one of the drunkard getting one of the security guards to take him outside and remove him from the roster. He looked down at me and picked me up, despite my slight protest. He cradles me in his arms, his chest giving me a comforting warmth from all the loud music around me. He takes me to Angie, laying me on our couch in the private lounge, leaving a note with his name and number for me. He wrote : " See you tomorrow, Angel. If you can, please meet me at the Bella Rose at 7 tomorrow. Only if you want to. Mark"
End of Flashback
I put my bag in my locker and go outside to my motorcycle, a 2018 Gold Wing.
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Angie got it for me as a, " You finally got your license !", present, and I love it ! I drive over to my parent's house for Family Night with my sisters, or to them, Gossip and Spill the Tea night. I drive for about 15 minutes until I pull up to my mother's home.
My older sister, Audree, opens the door. She always has been a beauty queen. She has black hair and blue-gray eyes. " Hey, bro ! I missed you! How are you, oml, you look like a whole snack !" Both my sisters love to spoil me, but this time I only got attacked by one of them. I walk in behind Audree and see my mere and mon pere, Eva and Mateo, my other sister Idania, and finally, my teacup pomeranian, Bijou. He gave a cute little yip, and jumped off of my dad's lap, jumping at my feet. I picked up my baby, kissnig all over his lil' muzzle. " Hey, Bijou. Did Audree mess with you, you poor babi." My mother looked at me with a smile, her blue-gray eyes gifted to me and Idania. She got up and kissed my cheek. " Hey, baby. You know that when I say come visit, that doesn't mean once in a blue moon. It means like once a week." Her heavily-accented English scolds me, with love as always. My father, Mateo, pulls me down onto the couch and tickles me, everyone but my baby, Bijou, joining in on my playful torture. When everyone gets off of me, I hug my father tightly. " Hey Padre, how was your anniversary ?" " Wonderful, son. The real question, however, is who is this man Angie keeps telling me saved you ?" The calm look on my dad's face would fool anyone, except for me. He had this over-protective look in his eyes that said ' I still have my gun license and military training, so if I don't like him, he's gonna have to go.' I gulped and looked away, sweating bullets. " He was nobody. Just some guy at our club...." I trailed off and the silence could make a pin drop dead on the floor. His aura turned darker at the mention of some guy helping me at the club, even with all the training my dad gave me and our well-trained security, he still hated the idea of any of us leaving the nest.
With that, he hugged me tighter and said, " Nope. I knew it, you all got too cute, nobody takes away my son, especially some hijo de las mil putas." While my father used some colorful Spanish, I was getting cuddled by him better than a kid with a very-much loved stuffed toy. " Padre, por favor, I need to breath. You can hug me to death later. Can we go eat now ?" I give him my puppy eyes for extra measure. He huffs, but lets me go. I go into the dining room, Bijou following behind me. My mother brings out the food, my mouth watering. I remember the box of mini cakes I made for today and grab them. They look at the many different flavors I made exactly an hour before and I think they wanted dessert first this time. It was fun coming to visit, but I had lots of responsibilities to myself and the club, plus my other side job at the coffee shop. As my mom brings out her famous spicy chicken tikka masala, I smile at the memories that come to mind. When Mom finally let everyone have dessert, I got hugged yet again, but by both of my sisters this time. " Why don't you open your own cafe, notre chaton ? You could get anyone you wanted there with these cakes ?! " " I do want that, but I'm content with what I've built with Angie. I like the club, and the people I meet there. But if I do, will you be my first customers ?" The girls are tearing up and everyone hugs me. I look at them all perplexed. "..... Are you guys alri-" " We love you, Ali Baby !" The girls say this in unison, hugging me tighter. I just laugh with my parents, all of us together. They may be crazy, but they're my family.
A/n: I hope this new book is a nice change from the other ones I've written thus far. I plan on posting an update schedule soon, maybe in the next few days. L-word, Junkie.
