My Man

Chapter 3- It's Him

*Authors Note.

So...a lot of you guys have been writing me such sweet messages, checking on me...I am GREAT. But it's been quite busy lately. I am starting my own business and when things settle down, I will be devoting way more time to writing again. Enjoy the new chapter!!!

*Brielle's POV

"Oh my god, Claire, this is fucking bullshit!" I exclaim as we step outside of the cab.

The line is like a mile long. And when I say a mile, I mean a fucking mile.

"Oh don't worry, I wrote the bouncer's sister's new hit lyrics, we will be in fast," Claire assures, grabbing my hand, slapping a smile on her face and guiding me to the front of the line.

"Hiiiiiii Darius, how's Tiffany's song coming along?" Claire says sweetly to the bouncer.

"Claire, my girl. My sister's going to be fucking famous. They're eating it all up. You and your friend go ahead in and let me know if y'all run into any trouble." Darius, the bouncer, smiles happily. I instantly like his warm ness. I smile as big as I can and say sincerely, "good luck to your sister!"

He nods and smiles friendly before turning back to the line and being dead seriously scary.

We walk hand in hand into the most outrageous venue I have ever seen. The music is blasting, there's some hot hired girls dancing in cages, looking like they're having the times of their lives.

Different colored lights come from everywhere and I instantly light up with the mood of the club.

"Calvin comes on at 12!" Claire pulls me close and yells into my ear.

"Okay, let's get drinks!" I exclaim back.

Maybe this is just what I needed.

I feel heads turning, looking at us, as we make our way to the bar.

'But I wish it was him,' my subconscious adds.

"Yeah subconscious, but homeboy was a fucking killer, murderer!" I yell out loud, before gasping and putting my hand on my mouth.

Luckily the music is too loud in here and nobody notices.

Me and Claire toast our Lemon Sours and smile.

A server taps me on the arm, gently, "miss, someone has bought you and your friend this bottle of reserve Dom Perignon, as well as your whole tab tonight. Cheers!" He says pouring us chilled flutes of the expensive, delicious champagne.

Instantly, I freeze. Something is off. I scan the room slowly. To my right, Claire is hugging the server out of happiness and downing the glass he handed to her.

Time seemed to freeze as I look around.

I'm across the fucking country and yet, I know it's him.

It's got to be him.

Lars Moretti.

I make a full circle, still seeing nothing. I grab my champagne flute, chug it, and signal for another. The server instantly pours me one and I tell Claire I'm going to use the bathroom.

I wander off, looking around me, left and right, up and down. Not a soul I know.

And then I hear a laugh.

A laugh that makes my hairs stand up.

"HEY EVERYONE, HOWS IT GOING?! ARE YOU READY?!?!?!?!" Calvin Harris's voice comes booming on the speakers, interrupting my hunt.

I continue to the bathroom, to catch myself from crying. Lars is here. Lars. Is. Here. On the other side of the country. Where I am. Randomly.

"What are the fucking odds," I mutter to myself. Luckily I'm the only one in the bathroom, everyone else is out in the club, enjoying Calvin Harris.

I take a moment and look at myself in the mirror. "I got this," I encourage myself, mustering up a fake confidence.

Opening up the bathroom door, I stride out of the bathroom, towards the bar area again.

Wham. I walk straight into a wall. Only it's not a wall. It's a man. And I know his smell immediately. I know the feeling of his chest. I know the way his hands touch me.

"Brielle." Lars whispers, and our eyes meet.

Pain, excitement, hurt, love. His eyes are full of all those emotions.

"Lars..." I whisper back, locked in on those mesmerizing, icy eyes. And just like I was frozen after watching him kill that person, I'm frozen again, in his embrace like we are the only people in the club.