Living with the Bad Boy

THE SEARCH FOR HUNTER: PART III

CHAPTER 15: THE SEARCH FOR HUNTER: PART III

Partial spoiler: This is the final part of THE SEARCH FOR HUNTER. Don’t look at the last page, have some resistance! Really. Don’t look.

I can’t see a thing. There is black light, only black light.

There are dancers on stage, shaking everything they’re got. Their barely-there white push-up bras are illuminated green, and so are there… shorts.

I stand, gawking mindlessly at the girls on stage. They’re all super skinny, and have great bodies. I could never do something like that, perform in front of hundreds of people. It’s a good thing I’ll never have to.

“Excuse me, miss.” I turn my head to the side. “You’re blocking the entryway.” 

A man - twenty, or so, stands in front of me. He looks good, wearing black pants and a tailored vest with a white shirt underneath. He doesn’t fit in well, in an erotic club like this. With big, blue eyes, a slightly arched nose, pink plump lips, and a strong jaw, this man looks awfully familiar. Where have I seen him before? 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“It’s quite alright, ma’am,” he smiles. Oh. 

I practically melt. He is breathtaking. No, Haiden. No. Keep in mind, we are looking for Hunter. Yes, Hunter - the man you’re in love with. 

Well, maybe. Am I really in love with Hunter, or is this just a hopeless crush? I feel like I’m in high school again. I’m an adult, this is nonsense to have a crush on someone. I don’t even know how he feels… Probably not the same. If he did, he wouldn’t have ran off. 

Shit. Realization tells me this has just been a big waste of my time. Why are we even searching for him? He’ll come back when he wants, he’s a grown, responsible adult. My heart sinks, and my smile fades away. 

I need to give up. Forget about Hunter. 

I shuffle to the dance floor. Looking through the people, it seems impossible to spot Lucy. Where did Luke say he was going? The balcony, I think. 

I make my way upstairs, weaving my way through the couples pushed against the wall. I don’t look them, I just look straight ahead. 

“Haiden?”

As my foot touches the bottom step, someone calls my name. I look around and spot Luke walking in my direction.

“What are you doing up here? I thought we were looking for Hunter,” he shouts over the roaring music.

“I think we need to call the search off,” I yell.

He squints his eyes. “What? Why?”

“He’s a  grown, responsible adult. He’ll come back when he wants.”