(The last chapter was posted before this so if you weren't notified, read that first)
I'd like to tell you all, a little story.
When I was 19, my best friend at the time took me to this club in Melbourne, to see a guy she was having a fling with. It was a club I'd never been to before, and it was a very dingy rock and roll club with deep red lighting and very sticky floors.
This was me that particular night just before we left her house to go to this club, all those years ago.
Now when we got there, I was beside myself - I had never really been to a club like that before. As I was standing with my friend, I noticed a figure walking down the staircase from the upstairs section of the club and let me tell you - he was one of the most stunning men I'd seen in my life, right down to the long hair past his shoulders and leather jacket.
My best friend noticed me staring, and told the guy she was with who turned around and said 'Oh that's my best mate. I'll go bring him over'
Is this sounding familiar yet?
I was fucking MORTIFIED. Absolutely shitting my pants, that really was my worst nightmare. So when her friend went and got Mr. Dark and mysterious and they started to walk over, when the guy looked at me... I did the only thing I could think of.
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