Consequences of the Heart

Chapter 16

Quinn's POV

I look around the packed club and already feel way out of place, "We came inside, now lets go." I say grabbing Penelope's hand and try to pull her to the exit but she doesn't move. "Come on Quinn, let loose and have some fun." Penelope laughs as the two of us start walking around the club, 

"The last time I was in a club it ended in disaster." I admit to Penelope and memories of Nick and our time at Spitfire start running through my head. "What happened?" Penelope asks and I quickly push the memories away before I give myself away. "I just got way too drunk and mad a fool of myself." I lie and Penelope rolls her eyes, 

"Well you don't have to worry about that tonight, we are just here to enjoy ourselves without the drinking." I sigh knowing that I am not going to be able to talk my way out of this, and like the old saying goes that if you can't beat them then join them. "You have to promise to never tell Brenton about this." Penelope smiles as she nods her head. "I promise that I will not breath a word of any of this to Brenton." I take a deep breath as I try to let myself have a good time without overthinking everything. 

I soon myself having an absolute blast while dancing with Penelope to a contemporary R&B song, and when the song comes to an end the sound of the DJ comes on over the speakers, "Alright ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are going to start with the show with a fan favorite, please give up for Casanova!" Everyone starts screaming as the lights go out and the song Ride by SoMo starts playing. 

The lights come back on and a nerdy young man with dark brown hair that look to be in his twenties who is wearing glasses, a plaid jacket, white tank top under the jacket, cute looking bow tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes stumbles on the stage. 

The young man starts awkwardly trying to dance sexy then takes off his glasses and throws them off to the side and when the chorus of the song starts this awkward nerd starts dancing like a professional, but I find myself getting lost not in the performance but the song. 

The young man slowly takes off his plaid jacket while still dancing letting it fall off him and when I look closer at the man on stage and my eyes go wide because I know this dancer. "Nick?" I whisper to myself as he walks into the light to reveal that it is him. 

Nick locks eyes with me but keeps dancing teasing the crowd by starting to take off his white tank top but stops and goes back to dancing. Nick starts grinding into the stage while locks eyes with girls around the stage and giving them his devilish smile that I know all too well, 

he kip ups to his feet while kicking off his black dress shoes at the same time and then unties the bow tie from around his neck before getting off the stage and starts dancing with girls in the crowd. 

Nick makes his way through the crowd and somehow ends up coming up to me, "Don't Nick." I say in a low tone of voice but Nick of course doesn't listen as he places the bow tie around my neck and pulls me closer to him forcing the two of us to lock and eyes and before you know it I feel myself getting lost in his blue eyes. 

"Don't fight it Little Dove." Nick whispers into my ear with his Scottish accent then dropping his hands and runs his fingers along the bottom of my lace dress top, "Don't you have a job to do? I am sure that any of these girl in here would rather have your attention." Nick shakes his head, "You are the only one that I care about." Nick says before he starts dancing on me pressing his body into mine and that fierier passion feeling starts spreading through my whole body. 

Nick takes a step back before grabbing my hand and leads towards the stage. "Nick? What are you doing?" I ask but instead of answering me Nick pulls me up on stage and sits me down in a chair. "Just relax." Nick straddles my lap and starts dancing again. 

He gently grabs my hands and slowly runs them up his tank top letting my fingers feel every muscle, "I know that you miss this, and I know that you miss me." I look deep into his eyes and he nods his head like he can read my mind. I take a deep breath taking off his tank top and dropping onto the stage floor. 

"I shouldn't be doing this." Nick rolls his eyes as he rubs his hands on my thighs, "I think it is time that you face the truth Little Dove." Nick comments and my hands fall to the top of his dress pants. "And what truth is that?" I ask sort of in a breathless moan. "Brenton might be what you need, but we both know that I am what you want." Nick places his hands over mine helping me unbutton and unzip his dress pants. 

"I wish you would wake up and see that before it is too late." He whispers into my ear sending shivers all over my body and I close my eyes feeling the fabric of his boxer briefs under my fingers. 

"Quinn?" I hear my name being called out and when I open my eyes I see the young man on stage wearing just pair of pink Calvin Klein boxer briefs as he heads backstage. "You just missed the whole performance." I blink a few times before turning towards Penelope who looks at me with an odd expression on her face. 

"You alright? You really zoned out there." I nod my head not wanting to give myself away and get asked a million questions. "Yeah, I am just fine." I try to act like I am fine but Penelope doesn't seem to buy it, "You don't seem okay." I open my mouth to say something when suddenly Penelope's cell phone goes off and she pulls it out of her purse, 

"It is Brick." She says answering and walking away it while me on the other hand tries to get ahold myself. No matter how much I try I just can't seem to shake that fantasy out of my head and before you know it Penelope returns and walks up to me. 

"Brick said that him and Brenton want to go back home, and from the sound of his voice I would say that neither one of them won big at the casino tonight." I smile at her but don't say anything as she and I head out of the club and start walking towards Caesars Palace to meet up with Brenton and Brick.