Falling for Him

Chapter 23

I looked at Brandon horrified.

"Umm, are we going to a club?" I blurted out thinking now way this is real.

I mean who would allow me, a seventeen year old into a club, especially, The View which was a popular one. He parked the car and opened the door for me, and I would be lying if I said that I was not a tiny bit curious. Brandon directed me to the entrance but instead of taking the long line snaking around the building, he showed me an empty corridor right to the side of the bouncer.

"Just go right there," he said pointing to the little space," I'll meet you soon, I just need to lock the car and take care of something."

Gingerly, I walked up to the bouncer. He looked menacing with his many tattoos and piercings and he was someone you would not want to mess with.

"Sorry princess you have to be 21 to enter," he grumbled.

"Oh I'm sorry," I whispered backing away slowly.

"It's ok Josh, she's with me," Brandon interjected grabbing my hand.

"Sorry about that dude. I was just doing my job,"

"Well that's good." Brandon said as we walked towards the sound of music playing.

"So you know the bouncer?" I inquired, holding his hand tighter as I was scared as hell in this place.

"Yea, my older brother owns the club, he and his wife but sometimes I work here too."

I raised my eyebrows. Did Brandon just say he worked here? Well, that certainly was a surprise. We entered the ginormous pitch black room where people danced to EDM music which blared though large speakers, lights flickered on and off making the entire room look as if there was lightning and a fog machine made it difficult to see. Just then, Brandon pulled me into the crowd.

"Ohh no, no way are you going to dance like that!" my subconscious screamed at me.

In all fairness it was the truth, no way was I going to dance like all the people around me, grinding on their partners. It was not me, I would rather be in a bookstore instead of here, with all these strange people. It was my first time in a club, and let's just say I was not having a good time. I did not know what to expect but this was NOTHING to what I had in mind. To be honest, I was scared and just wanted to go home but, Brandon held my hand tightly so we would not get separated. Somehow I felt safe when I was around him which was queer since he was the one to bring me here in the first place.

"Belle, what's wrong with you! You can't trust someone who takes you to a club," my mind taunted me again.

At long last, after what seemed like forever we reached a side where the crowd thinned and the music softened.

"Would you like to dance?" he questioned.

"No," I looked at him as if he lost his marbles and should be in a physic ward.

He chucked but carried me to a side room where there were some tables, chairs and brightly lit with only a faint sound of the music in the other room. It took a while for my eyes to adjust but when it did, I saw two people standing directly in front of me and many others sitting around tables, chatting and having dinner. They were middle aged and by far the best dressed people here.

"Simon, hey bro. This is Belle," Brandon greeted.

"Nice to meet you Belle," Simon said with his deep voice," I'm Simon and this is my wife Sharon, and we are the owners of The View,"

"Pleasure to meet you guys," I replied smiling," You really have a fantastic business here,"

"Thank you," they said motioning us towards some barstools.