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"Do I look okay?" I ask Brad as I step out of my bedroom door. He looks up from his phone, his eyes scanning over my outfit.
I wore a tight black dress that ends above my knees, as well as some black chunk heels to go with it. As well as wearing minimal makeup, I had a denim jacket on with it too.
"You look just as good as when you tried it on in the shop," he assures me, a smile tugging on his face as he puts away his phone. "You're ready to leave?"
I nod and he outstretches his hand for me to take and I take it with a small smile. Recently, he's always holding my hand or something but I don't mind, at all.
"We're already late," Brad tells me once we're in his car. "But I don't mind, I hate being the first ones there."
"Same, it's so awkward," I agree with a small laugh. "Are the other boys there?"
"Yeah, Connor gave me a bollocking for being late," Brad huffs. "I told him I was picking you up. I don't know why he's surprised that I'm late."
I laugh and look out of the window. Turns out the boss' house is half an hour out of town and it takes a while because of traffic. When we arrive, there's people at the entrance of the house—though it feels more appropriate to call it a mansion—ready to take the keys off of the cars and drive them somewhere safe.
When we get out, Brad is by my side and holding me close by our hands. There were plenty of broad-shouldered men walking around, some searching for girls to have by their side while some already have some in their arms. One think I know is that everyone looks absolutely frightening to me.
Brad and I walk up the grande, marble stairs to the entrance which leads into a magnificent hallway. A glass chandelier hangs from the ceiling and the stairs split off two ways up to the top floor.
People bustled on the downstairs floor, drinks in hand as they talk amongst themselves. I move closer to Brad as we walk further into the entrance hallway.
"Don't worry," Brad says and I didn't realise that I was holding on tighter to him. "You don't need to be nervous, I won't let anything happen to you."
I smile tightly up at him before glancing around myself. I felt so conscious of everything I did.
"Brad! There you are," Connor scolds the curly haired boy by my side as he spots us. He didn't look happy. "The boss went out earlier so he's not here now. He'll be here in half an hour, but you better apologise for being late when he gets here."
Brad rolls his eyes. "He'll be fine, I'm usually late."
Connor sighs and I notice James and Tristan approaching us. I'm not surprised to see an alcoholic beverage in James' hand.
"I told him not to drink," Tristan explains after Brad asks about it. "But he didn't listen to me. He just grabbed two glasses of champagne for himself."
