He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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Every ounce of my body vibrates with regret. This whole place screams a criminal record.
Unpleasant loud music blasts from speakers, operated by what looks like a stoned DJ. When I find myself surrounded by distastefully dressed party-goers, I begin to contemplate walking the hell out of here.
"Mia, what are you doing?" I ask myself with disbelief, my eyes scanning over the dark room that seems to be only lit up by dim red lights mounted on the bricked walls.
Through the darkness, I can barely make out faces. Fortunately—and unfortunately—I also see no sign of Grayson.
I stand awkwardly at the side of the stuffy club, clearly sticking out like a sore thumb. Every other woman seems to be wearing tiny hot pants and netted crop tops. These are surely not my kind of people. But then again, I would never, ever come here for a night out of my own accord.
I glance back and forth. Back and forth. Brash barmen push drinks across the stained bar, with drunk patrons receiving them with eagerness. Central to the dancefloor, groups of women thrust their bodies about, their skimpy dresses barely allowing them any self-respect.
My head shakes. This was the stupidest idea I've had in a long while. What did I think I was going to achieve? Damn Hailey for talking me into this.
Nauseated, I turn on my heel. I push my small body back through the drugged-up masses and head to the stairway. But when I reach the door, something catches my eye.
The sight of a small corridor at the opposite end of the putrid room makes my insides shake. But for some reason, I'm drawn to it.
Placing my hand against the brick wall, I listen to the voice in my head that's telling me to go to that door and investigate. The door that five or six suspicious men just walked through.
I know that this is more than dangerous. I know that if Hailey had come with me then even she would be telling me to head back out and give up my mission.
But for some reason, I don't want to leave just yet. I'm not giving up. I couldn't be more scared right now if I tried, but I won't give into my gut feeling.
My feet seem to pull me before my brain can stop them. The door grows closer with each long, drawn out second that I walk through this awful building. But when I reach it, I can't bring myself to go inside.
I lean against the adjacent wall, my phone inside my pocket vibrating to no end. At the sight of Hailey asking where I am, I quickly hit reply:
Won't be long, I say—though really I'm not sure how long I'll be. If I don't find Grayson, I'll be straight out of here, that's for sure.
Dragging a deep breath, I gather my courage and amble towards the white door. God only knows how odd this must look; a girl in a parka coat in a filthy club like this. Quite frankly I'm surprised no one has questioned me yet.
