Chapter Thirty-One: Is there any way I can convince you to stay?
We got in the club with no problem.
The guy that got us past the bouncer was a friend I met at Henry's party.
He said that I could get in for free if I stripped on the weekend's, and I said no.
So instead I told him we'd dance together as long as we got in for free tonight.
Fucker.
"Ladies! What are you drinkin' right now?" The bartender asked us.
Sydney made a face at me and then rolled her eyes at the guy.
"Obviously nothing," She told him, and then shook her head at me.
I snorted, smiling at the bartender.
"We didn't bring money, so we won't be drinking," I say, swatting Syd's leg.
She hissed and then pursed her lips, glancing at the stage.
"How about a couple shots, on the house?" The bartender suggested.
I looked at Sydney who raised a brow, tilting her head with a smirk.
"How about all shots on the house?" She quizzes.
He chuckled, getting out ten shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila.
"Ooo," We both say and fist bump each other under the counter.
The song that was blasted throughout the club got switched to Sexy Bitch by David Guetta and I felt myself start to bop to it.
"Shots on three and then we dance!" I shout to Sydney.
She nods and we both pick up the first glass, clinking it and then downing it without counting down.
I'm on my third shot when the chorus plays and I quickly throw the last two back, screaming.
"WOO!" I exclaimed, holding my hands up and squinting my eyes.
Sydney has just finished her last shot, and I grab her hand dragging her to the middle of the dance floor.
"THE WAY THAT BOOTY MOVIN' I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE!"
"HAD TO STOP WHAT IM DOIN' SO I CAN PULL HER CLOSE!"
"IM TRYNA FIND THE WORDS TO DESCRIBE THIS GIRL WITHOUT BEING DISRESPECTFUL!"
We intertwine our hands and start whining down to the ground and bringing ourselves back up, laughing.
I throw my head back and giggle, jumping up and down with my friend.
"DAMN WHOS A SEXY CHICK-"
We twirl around each other and then start twerking cause why not when a hand grabs my wrist, pulling me towards their chest.
I blink a few times and see that it's the guy from the party.
"Dance with me," He says, grabbing my hips.
I furrow my brows staring at him, and then shrug bobbing up and down to the song.
The guy whose name I never got and I dance till the song is over and then Sydney and I head back to the bar.
I'm about to pull my phone out of my dress where my clutch was stuffed in my tits when I realize Nicholas never gave it back to me.
"Fuck," I mumble, glancing at Sydney.
She was slurring her words and practically falling all over the stool while she talked to the bartender.
"I'm SO sorry I was..."
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Undercover Heiress
AcakWe've all had moments where we act out on strong emotions, but some actions we wish we could take back. Amelia Alana Armstrong, next in line to rule Warlington, England, is one rebellious teen. With family issues like no other, her mother has no ch...
