Freshman year student Sierra Rachel Grant rooms with a junior in college and soon finds her life tangled with hers. As if spiraling into something she has no idea of isn't enough, secrets are suddenly being uncovered.
Proposals are being made and c...
N O T E All the pictures and videos I use in this book are neither mine nor did I creat them. Some are subject to copyright and others I just found on pexels but EITHER WAYS, I own none of them.
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Flashing disco lights blinded me momentarily. Stepping into the club, I looked around before making for the bar. I sat on a stool and threw my head up, eyes closed, I allowed the loud music drum my body.
"And what do I get you hermosa?" I smiled my eyes still closed. I looked down at the Spanish looking bartender who watched me with a smirk.
I leant forward, purposely, and watched as his eyes drew to my almost naked chest. My smile melted into a smirk. I waited for him to meet my eyes. When he did, I asked.
"What do you recommend?" He pushed his weight onto his left hand which laid on the counter.
"Hmmm" He hummed as if in thought, his lips tucked into his mouth. He turned to me with a glint in his eyes.
"Margarita and...a taste of me."
"You tasty?" I asked, looking him up then down, pearly whites on bloody red lip as if in thought.
"You can't imagine." He enunciated, his voice going a tad lower.
I tsked. Tongue clicking and all. "Too bad. I like sour things." I whispered, drawing even more closer.
We engaged in a stare down, each daring the other other to cave. After some time, he pulled away, clearing his throat. I gave a wide smile.
"Mojito, honey." I ordered and he nodded, going to prepare the drink.
Before I could breathe, fingers closed around my waist, a pair of lips to my ears, whispering.
"You're late."
I smiled and turned, looking up at him. "I'm never early. We got them?" I asked.
"They're here. We just need their attention." He said and pulled me up, leading me to the dance floor.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his body. I followed his lead, swaying and swinging my hips to the beat of the song. He turned me in his arms with my back to his front. He ran his fingers over my body sensually and said loud enough for only my ears.
"Look straight. He's the one in the charcoal grey suit." I looked ahead as we danced closer to where a group of men in suit sat discussing something that looked very important.
"He's hot. Why is this one younger-"
"Focus Sierra. This isn't a game."
"It's fun though." I smiled, watching the young man.
"This one is different. Things may not go as planned. You'll need a backup." He pulled my dress up and pushed a stick like thingy into my garters. He spun me around and cupped my face.
