In my heart [Bruno Mars]

prologue

P A R I S

"One dancing juice for ya." Kim, the bartender sat the glass.

"Thank you Kim," he sipped and handed her the cash.

As Bruno chugged his glass, Kim wiggled her brows at me.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll handle this phone call." He said before going to the men's restroom.

After his swift phone call, he returned with much excitement.

"The Brunz is back!" He stood next to me. "And ready to hit the dancefloor. Care to join me, miss?"

"I told you that I can't dance," I said but the music was booming way too loud and Bruno misunderstood what I said.

"What? You can dance? Then show me whatchu got! C'mon." He pulled me from the chair.

Kim looked bewildered and so did I.

Clearly, he was tipsy.

"Bruno. . .I can't!" I said when we reached the centre of the dance floor. All eyes were on us as pon di river by elephant man was blasting through the speakers.

"Sure you can. Just follow my moves, here." He motioned once, twice and I followed his lead successfully. I was grooving into the ambience. Stacks of money were thrown over us. I was having the time of my life. At one point I saw Peyton in the audience, and her eyes grew large.

When the music died down, everyone dispersed. I went back to the bar stool and Bruno followed right behind.

"You see!" Bruno exclaimed. "You were great out there Paris!"

"Don't you have a girl?"

"What makes you think that?" He smiled quite amused.

"Oh, so you're single." I corrected myself.

"Hard to believe that a young handsome man like myself is still single? I know."

I shook my head and laughed.

"But you know what's really hard to believe?"

"What?" I said interested.

"Okay Paris, we need to go." Peyton interrupted. Just when my night was getting on, hers was most likely a turmoil.

"Are you kidding me, Pey?"

"Now." She urged.

I looked at Bruno who grinned awkwardly.

"Just give me a sec, I'll meet you outside."

"You think I'm fucking playing," she took me by the wrist. I tried to fight her grasp but she was stronger.

"What the fuck, Peyton? Why do you always have to mess shit up for me." I shot.

We were outside, and it was freezing.

"Can you shut up and listen to me. We have a reputation. If we are seen with a low life, then we lose all respect."

"Can you cut to the chase, bitch?"

"That MJ wannabe hawaiian immigrant guy, yeah, He's no good so your ass better stay away from him. "

"Is he on parole? Was he convicted of murder?"

"No-"

"Then?" I threw a dafuq expression.

''And let it be the last time your ass comes here," A security guard threw Bruno out.

He clumsily walked over and vomited on my new pair of shoes. My louboutins.

"Oh I know he didn't just puke on those gems." Peyton cried. "Oh hell naw." She said when she realized that he did puke on them.