The badboy STOLE my phone

Part Twelve

Here ya go!

And also side note as you can see there are other stories in the work, two of them I'm really proud of but I want to write it first so I won't ever have gaps where I just don't post any chapters.

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I walked over to the car, Mike's hand on my back gently guiding me to the door before opening it for me to go in.

I stepped in the car, air conditioners were blasting from every direction, he turned the keys and the car roared to life before driving away.

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We had been driving for 15 or so minutes as we start to slow down in a part of town I'm not quite familiar with and not comfortable with either knowing what happens down here.

We stop in front of an exclusive looking club and I gave Mike a weary look.

The club was large, body guards roamed around, music blasting and the slub name lit up in lights, Déjà Vu.

We step out of the car and a long line stood outside the door I lean over to Mike, "I don't have a fake id," I whispered saying the truth and hoping that means we can go some place better.

"Don't worry lex," I could feel his breath on my ear sending me goosebumps, "I know the owner."

We walked to the front and the bouncer let him in but gave me a suspicious look.

I bit my lip, if he didn't let me in I'd be alone, "it's fine, she's with me," Mike called out.

The bouncer stepped aside and grabbed my hand pulling me in whilst I stood frozen.

I stumbled in and loud music, sweaty bodies and booze filled the whole place.

"I'm going to get a drink want anything?" Mike yelled to me over the music.

I nodded and Mike left to get the drinks, he wasn't gone too long but I stood between some guys here eyeing me up.

"Hey babydoll, wanna have some fun?" A tall guy asked me slipping his arm around my waist.

He stood about 6ft 3 and had dark hair and deep green eyes which pierced into mine.

I wiggled loose from his arm, "I'm actually here with someone," I replied.

"Well I don't see him," he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor but a hand gripped the guy's shoulder.

"She said that she's here with someone," Mike sneered at the man.

The man shrugged off his hand and walked away.

"Thanks," I gleamed.

"No problem, here," he passed me a drink and I took a sip.

We weaved our way through the people and made our way over to the bar to get some more and to have a place where dancing drunks aren't crowding us.

We talked for a while, little random topics never getting awkward or maybe that was cause of all the alcohol we were having, getting topped up every few minutes was helpful.