Alexis' POV
As I approach the club, I can hear the loud roar of music. The club is packed to capacity. In the distance I see Stephanie making out with a new guy. It doesn't surprise me since she's with a new guy every time I see her.
She notices me and starts pushing through the crowd. I meet her half way and she pulls me into a tight hug and screams "Haaaaapppppy Birthdaay". I can tell she's already drunk.
"Come on birthday girl, let's get you a drink. I'm buying!"
We make our way to the VIP section and the bouncer greets Stephanie. She's a regular here. Her father owns multiple nightclubs around the city – including this one.
We take a seat and Steph immediately orders shots for the table. Soon, we are joined by Steph's new guy and 3 of our other 'friends' – Amber, Megan and Ashley. I don't consider them true friends because they're always present for the good times and never the bad.
The shots are finished just as quickly as they arrive. The drinks are flowing and before I know it, I'm on the dance floor. I'm finally having a good time.
As we're dancing, Steph places her scarf around my neck and says, "I'll be right back".
It starts to get really hot so I decide to go outside to get some fresh air. As I step outside the club I see a girl throwing up and couples making out all along the entrance. I walk past them and go to a quiet corner to think.
The next thing I know, I'm being shoved against a wall.
"Oh look what we have here. Cute scarf, sweet cheeks" One of the guy says. I look up and see a group of men surrounding me.
One of the guys runs his dirty hand across my cheek and says, "Pretty little thing, aren't you"
I scrunch my face in disgust and say, "Ugly little thing, aren't you.
He looks back at his friends and laughs menacingly, "Hmm, we have a feisty one over here fellas. We're going to have fun tonight!"
I glare at him and say, "In your dreams psychopath".
In an instant I knee him in the groin and he bends down clutching himself. I take this as my opportunity to run but before I can even take a step further, one of the men grabs my wrist.
He starts to squeeze my hand to the point where the pain feels unbearable. I'm about to fight back when suddenly...
My hand is free and there's a tall muscular figure standing in front of me. He says something to me and before I know it all the guys are on the floor.
I was stunned watching him. The way he fought those guys... he didn't even break a sweat. It looked as if he had been fighting his whole life.
He turns around and has an unreadable expression on his face. But my God... that face.
He's wearing dark jeans that show off his toned, muscular legs and a white shirt that hugs his body in ALL the right places. I have no doubt that there's a 6 pack under there – maybe even an 8 pack. He's tall, like very tall – if I were to stand next to him my head would come to his chest even though I'm wearing heels.
His face looks like it was literally carved by God himself. I don't think I've ever seen anyone more handsome in my life. I have to have him.
He has the most beautiful, sun-kissed olive toned skin. He has dark hair that effortlessly falls to the side and honey-hazel eyes that seem to sparkle in the moonlight. I could look into them forever. He has a chiseled jawline that seems so sharp it could cut you. His lips are plump and full. I can't wait to feel them on mine.
Where did that thought come from?
He suddenly looks concerned and asks, "Are you alright?" His voice is deep and velvety. My word, who is this guy?
Play it cool Alexis, play it cool.
He's looking at me as if I'm this weak damsel that needs rescuing – well, I'm anything but weak.
I glare at him and say, "I could have handled that myself!"
He has no expression on his face. He turns around and walks away.
Now, I'm even more angry. Who does he think he is walking away from me? Does he not know who I am?
I storm after him and tug on his shirt. "Hello? Don't just walk away from me!"
He continues walking.
Ahh!! This guy is impossible. I sigh in frustration.
He suddenly stops and looks back. He winks at me and says,
"You're welcome".
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Valentino's Angel
Romance"He was tall, dark-haired and had a face carved by God himself. He looked like something straight out of your favorite dream but the world he came from was something out of your worst nightmare. Still, I was hooked." *. *. *...
