Let's Try Again (Interracial)

Chapter 5

Oh. My. God. It has literally been 2 years. From the deepest part of my heart, I just wanna apologize. I wrote this when I was like 14, so hopefully it's more mature & makes more sense now! love u guys so much & sorry again! enjoy enjoy enjoy!! ❤️ (btw I made some good edits to the story so reread! I need feedback!)

Mitch POV:

"Damn, Blake, I'm not gonna lie, we look good," I say as I slick my hair with gel. I am finally seeing the bright side of being single.

This whole "bachelor" thing is gonna be great. I can feel it.

"Come on, pretty boy. Dude Jenna fucking Jameson is hosting club night tonight. We cannot be late!" Blake says as he grabs my shirt.

"Hey, no wrinkles! Gotta look sharp for the ladies."

"Bruh, remind me to never go anywhere with you again."

I finish doing my hair and turn towards Blake in the living room. "I'm ready."

He rolls his eyes and stands up. "I called and reserved a cab for us, 'cause I know we're gonna be hammered!"

"Ready to drink our problems away?" I ask him.

He scoffs while laughing and asks "The real question is: do you have condoms?"

"Do you know what those are, dude? I know it's been a while, but has it been that long?" The expression on his face makes me wanna kill him.

"Yes, I have condoms. And just so you know, my sex-life is wildly raging. These hoes just automatically get on their knees." I shrug my shoulders and sigh.

Blake rolls his eyes and we exit my building and head outside to catch a cab.

As we arrive at the club, I can feel my hands tingling. I'm anxious to meet women because it's been so long. I haven't gone to a club since college-about 6 or 7 years ago.

In the back of my mind, I can literally hear Lauren's naturally soft voice. "Mitch, are you doing this to prove a point? That's so immature of you!"

But then I also hear, "M, why can't we try again? Lia needs you. I need you."

No, fuck that. Fuck both of those voices.

Tonight I am determined to have fun, and I don't care.

We walked into Nexxus, the most exclusive club for the socially elite in New York City. Since my father is a famous and wealthy lawyer, I get invited to these things regularly.

Immediately I see a nice pair of double D's belonging to a sexy brunette.

"Go for it, dude," I hear Blake tell me.

"Nah, she looks like a one-night stand type."

"But isn't that why we're here?"

Wow. You know what he's right! The perfect way to get over Lauren is to bring home some beautiful girls. Damn, this is great.

I walk over to the girl, the pounding music guiding me step-by-step. Her wonderful ass is turned around facing her girlfriends and I say a quick prayer thanking God for his works.

By the time I am about 10 feet away, I can tell her friends have already spotted me approaching and are whispering. Her silky brown hair whips around as she turns in my direction.

And her face a 10, too?! God is just working miracles.

"Hey," I say to her as I reach her.
"Hi, handsome," she replies. She has this sexy boldness about her-something completely opposite of my quiet Lauren.