Unholy Obsession

Chapter 19; Staircase fun

HANNAH'S POV

"Whoo!"

I rolled my hips to the music, each sway moving with the rhythm. "Favorite girl" by Darkoo featuring Rema blasted through the speakers and the Caribbean and Naija babes were losing their minds with the crazy DJ mix.

Ashley was right behind me, hands on my hips, smiling as we both rolled to the music. She had a pretty smile, the disco lights dancing on her brown eyes. It felt like the world was revolving around us, each sweat stricken person siding me, turning into a blur.

It had been a while since we had such fun. The last time was the first day I met Vincent at the masked party. However, ever since, my life had turned into a whirlwind of disaster and excitement. I wouldn't deny that the fact of the unknown enticed me. But it felt odd, pushing myself out of my comfort zone and having such an experience with him.

No.

No Vincent.

Tonight was about having fun and celebrating my new milestone. What business did Vincent have with that? I had started my book binding business three years ago and in those years, my only clients were two. Ashley and an unknown follower who had cancelled their order last minute.

"Girl, my throat is parched!" Ashley screamed next to my ear, but the music doused it into nothing but a whisper. "Let's have some shots!"

I nodded. "Okay!"

We squeezed ourselves through the tight crowd and headed to the bar. After successfully escaping the sweaty prison of people, I gasped for air. Ashley chuckled and brought out stools for us.

"I think people need an armpit check before entering clubs," she said, gesturing for the bartender.

I sat on a stool, bringing out my card from my purse. "Well too bad."

"But let's not let that ruin your day." The bartender arrived and she sliced her gaze to him. "Two bloody Marys."

He left with a nod, a faint rouge on his cheeks. I nodded my head in approval as I scanned Ashley's outfit. She wore a black body-accentuating gown that stopped above her knee, with a split that revealed her thick thighs. 

Baby girl has been doing her squats. 

"I think Mr bartender has a crush on you," I teased.

She shrugged with a smirk. "I'm not surprised. But today is about you. Whoo! You finally broke the shadow ban curse."

"I know. But it's crazy how it just happened. It's almost as if it was lifted in an instant."

The bloody Marys came and the bartender's eyes slid to a corner. "Courtesy of the club."

"Hmm," Ashley said, holding a glass and we followed his gaze. 

In the distance was a tall brown skinned man dressed in a black top that clung to his muscles, the silver necklace on his broad neck matching with his captivating grey gaze. He approached us and Ashley quickly turned to me, her face flushed red.

"Girl, how do I look?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"Good."

"Are you sure?"

"What the—why are you so worked up?" I asked with a small chuckle.

She frowned and adjusted her neckline to be more revealing. "I'm not worked up. He's just a man."

"If you say so."

I smiled. Oh shit. Ashley finally met someone that made her act like a high schooler with a crush. She brought out a mint spray and popped a few into her mouth then tossed it right back into her purse. The whole scene was comedic and I was already feeling like a third wheel before they spoke.