Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

5.

If you where to ask me how I ended up at the entrance of one of the most expensive bars in town, I wouldn't be able to answer, because I know that my answer would involve feeling pity for myself and I don't want nor need that. Paps circled around me with flashes being made as I made my way towards the bouncer with my ID. Sure, I'm underage, but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of getting in for free because of my social status.

"Here you go sir." I mumbled, a smile on my lips as I tried to place my card in one of his tanned hands.

"No, no, no. You may go right on in don't worry about it Ms. Sky, Mr. Hemmings told me once before to let you in whenever or he'd have my ass." The man joked, but I cringed. I could imagine Luke standing here, as lanky as ever, threatening a man four times his size and winning, because of money.

"Thank you." I mumbled, the cameras flashing as I made my was through the doors and into the club.

Sweaty bodies danced in a erotic way as the strobe light reflected of there frilly and shiny sequined outfits. Girls eyed boys from across the dance floor like lions up against there pray.

The bar section was pretty much empty, with the exception of a few couples making out against a bar stool. The bartender eyes me as I sat down.

"You don't look like a bar type of girl. More like a lost lady that wondered the streets till she found this getup." He commented with a smile.

"Yeah well, I guess the eye can deceive you." I mumbled.

He bit his lip, somehow in his little brain he thought he was being attractive, and nodded towards the menu that was placed in front of me. "What can I get you?"

"How about a shot of tequila and a 'leave me the fuck alone before you get punched', please?" I gave a sweet smile before looking back at the dance floor, focusing on nothing in paticular.

When the bartender came back, he placed the shot next to me and a slip of paper. "Call me if you need a friend. Maybe I can fuck that attitude out of ya."

I scoffed. The only thing he could please, is a cat in heat. The cold liquid burnt my throat as I downed it within seconds, the slight buzz coursing through my veins and heightening my sences.

A smirk found it's way to my face when I saw a tall man standing alone against the west wall of the dance floor. He looked uncomfortable as the strawberry blonde grounded her back to his front.

It was unexpected, but I made my way over to the two people and slightly shoved the highly intoxicated girl off him. The man let out a sigh in relief and his eyes found mine. "You're not gonna try and fuck me too, are ya'? If you couldn't already tell this isn't my scene." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

I let out a loud laugh. "And use you as a rebound? That's not really my scene. But I figured I would save you from blonde over there and head to the restaurant across the street."

"Can I come with you?" His brown eyes lit up as the thought crossed my mind. "I won't make a move, I promise!"

I chuckled again. "Sure."

"Alrighty then, let's go before the horny people take over."