He's ruthless.
He's possessive.
He's powerful.
He has it all; money, respect, an empire, everything. He gets what he wants when he wants, he doesn't take 'no' as an answer. After all, he is one of the biggest club owners in Miami and also happens t...
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Brenda only had one thing on her mind and one thing only. Get absolutely shit face to the point where she won't even remember that night. Slipping the tight red dress on that showed off her curvy figure, she curled her hair so that it flowed down her back and only stuck with very light makeup since she didn't feel like dealing with all the smudged mascara and eye shadow that would take some time to get off. Giving herself a look over she checked for any minor mistakes in her appearance. Satisfied with her look, she grabbed her wallet and keys and exited out of her house.
Getting into her car she takes a moment to breathe, what she was about to do was completely irrational and stupid, but right now she didn't care at the moment. She just wanted to forget the events of the night, to forget about Monica, and to forget about the thought of her family. She could feel the tears welling up but she scolded herself to not let them fall.
This wasn't about drowning in her own personal problems, tonight it was about getting drunk. Pulling out of the driveway, she speeds to 'The Pearl' with the thought off getting shit faced and waits for the valet to open her door so they could park her car for her.
"Mr.Verone has been expecting you." was all that was said from the valet. Brenda rolled her eyes as she walked up to the entrance, immediately she was let in and she made her way straight to the bar.
"Scotch. Straight please." she muttered to the bar tender as she tapped her nails impatiently.
Once the glass was placed in front of her, she forced it down her throat and for a second she let the alcohol burn before finally swallowing it. She signaled for another glass and did the same thing again. Her mission was starting to effect and she could feel the tension beginning to leave her body.
On her third glass is when her bubble of peace was interrupted. She didn't even need to turn her head because she could smell the strong husky cologne and see the expensive arm of his suit.
"Didn't take you for a hardcore drinker." she didn't hold in the groan that emitted from her throat. taking her drink she downs it in a single drink and slams the glass back down on the table, signaling for another one.
"Didn't take you for someone extremely nosey." she retaliated as she grabbed ahold of her second drink. A chuckle was heard even though music was blasting so loud that her ears ringed, she feels his arms trap her from behind and she starts to feel suffocated.
"What do you want Carter? If you can't tell, I'm trying to get something done tonight." downing the glass she feels his chest hit her back and his breathe right on her ear which made her freeze.
"Well I thought it was obvious Brenda, obviously I want you." his voice was so serious, and yet Brenda couldn't help but laugh at his words.
"Okay psycho, I don't even know you." she said and turned her seat so that she was now chest to chest with him. Even though she was annoyed she couldn't help but notice how his eyes were a mix of grey and blue. but she stopped admiring them once that cocky smirk appeared on his face.
"So then get to know me. Who knows-" he leans down towards her so that his lips barely pressed up against his ear.
"You may even fall for me." An obnoxious laugh escaped her mouth, either from the the alcohol r from his pure intensions, she found this quite funny.
"Yeah, I highly doubt that, now if you'll excuse me. I'd like to get drunk in peace so that I won't have to remember anything about today." With that, she pushes him away with her palm and turns back around to signal the bar tender.
She was just about to down another shot when another voice interrupted them which made her clench her glass.
"Carter, your other clients are here and want to have a chat in the VIP room."
'Oh jesus fucking shoot me.' she just couldn't get a break tonight it seems.
"Tell them I'll be right there Monica." spinning around in her chair to face the pair, Brenda takes in her appearance.
