Romira

Chapter - 50

There are two basic motivating force: fear and love. When we are afraid we pull back from life. When we area in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement and acceptance.
~John Lennon.

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Akira

A few minutes later a young looking guy in guard outfit approaches us with a flirty smile fixed on his lips and his eyes running on us up to down.

"Today must be my lucky day that I get to have three most beautiful girls in front of me. Ladies, this guy is at your service." He bows slightly.

"Shut you trap Peter and shows us our way." Grace snaps at him rolling her eyes.

Huffing, he turns to me, "And who might be this new chick?" I shrink away from visible lust in his eyes.

Sydney grabs my hand in reassuring way, "You don't want to know, trust me. Now take us inside before I loose my patience." She grounds out.

Raising his palms up in surrender he points at a certain direction, "Alright alright, you have to go through this way but seriously, is she a new addition to your circle? I don't think I've seen you around here before, I could never forget a face like yours." He directs his last sentence to me with a wink and I resist an urge to cringe.

"Yes she is our friend but most importantly she is King's girlfriend."

The guys looks at Syd like she just used a foreign language, "King's girlfriend?" Then he starts laughing hysterically as though we've made a joke of year but stops abruptly when none of us give in. A look of realisation sets in, paling his face and he curses, "Shit! You are serious?!"

Grace mutters under her breath, "Fortunately."

Twisting his body a body a bit toward me he pleas looking like an fumbling mess, "I'm sorry for all my inappropriate words Miss. I'd be really grateful if you don't mention anything about this to King."

Sydney smiles mockingly, amused by his sudden changes, "We will think about it, now remove yourself from our way, will you?"

"He will fucking kill me." Speaking to himself, he lets a string of curse before walking away.

Impressive!

Romero's name is enough to send him away when other warning didn't help. Though I know Romero is not any saint, I also don't think he is this scary. Sure I have witnessed few of his rage filled moments but I have not seen him loose it. He once told me that I have no idea how he is when he looses control. I can't help but wonder how bad it really could be.

"What a pussy! Come on." Nodding, I follow Sydney and Grace till we reach inside the club.

I can't help but admire the interior of it. The whole place is illuminating with dark red light, creating a feel of sensuality. A slow, seductive voice is echoing around the dance floor where few couples are dancing intimately. Some people are on couch spread throughout the left wall looking comfortable with drinks in their hands. This place is beautiful in its own unique way.

"I think boys are not there yet. So why don't we enjoy few drinks until then, huh?" Sydney is looking at me, probably wants to confirm if I'm okay with it.

I agree with shrug, "Sure why not?"

I can handle few drinks, can't I?

Approaching the bar she orders us some drink that I don't name of. Bringing it in front of us she raises the glass, "To Akira!"