Apartment 311

Ch | 29

Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Twenty-nine: "Tough night on the job"

I left Brooklyn's and went straight to work. She was all ready for her first day and I had to lie in her face like I had no idea when Boss explicitly said this is what was going to happen. Brooklyn was so naive, thinking she got the job because she just looked the part and was so appealing. And while those features were true to her, that's not really why she landed the job. Working for Zane is nothing to celebrate, I just couldn't work to get to The Playroom so I could do my job and keep my eyes on her.

When I stepped into the club, I shook off everything that was pissing me off the whole day. Like, Kim took Emereigh with her to her new LA mansion. And I checked Rick into a nice rehab.
There's no telling if he'll relapse when he gets out but at least I'm trying this time; if he goes back, it'll be out of my hands.

Like every other night, the club seemed desolate on the outside. I stepped out of my car and walked up to the security guard, Jay, seeing him with a line. It was 10:01 PM and the club was going to be packed thanks to some events dancer's hosting.

Jay gave me the nod and I pounded his fist before entering.

Bright lights and loud music greeted me as soon as I stepped in. Andre was doing his thing at the DJ booth while I spotted Lily training Cassie. Usually, I go to the bar first and speak, grab a drink, but I didn't want to freak Cassie out already so I decided to lay low until she noticed me.

"Hi, Noah," a short bottle girl greeted me. She had chocolate cherry colored hair, overdrawn lips, and large blue eyes.

All I could say back was "hey" before she smirked and walked towards the bar, opposite way of which I was headed.

I passed Venus on the sectional doing hookah and backpedalled.

"Venus," I spoke dryly.

"Hi, Noah," her soft voice returned.

"You look good tonight," I told her.

She blew smoke in my direction and said, "I look good every night."

"Well I never noticed until now."

Venus laughed at me and flipped me off. "Don't you have to go rough someone up or something?"

"Not until eleven, why? I can make time for you."

"Noah, you're cute," she said, "but your gender is not my type - and I like blondes."

"I'm everyone's type," I bragged, watching her stand.

Venus just shook her head. Before either of us said anything, a girl exited the dressing room and strided right to Venus.

She pursed her lips and flipped hair over her shoulder as the new girl approached, her head down as she fixed the accessories on her dress.

Fuck me. I already knew who it was from the legs and dress. It was Brooklyn.

She's going to spazz on me when she realizes, I thought, bracing myself.

"Hey, Venus, I-" Brooklyn stopped when her eyes connected with my face in the dark light.

"You what, love?" Venus urged her to spit it out. Then, she noticed how Brooklyn stared at me like she saw a ghost. Venus smirked and went behind Brooklyn, tucking the hair behind her right ear. I watched her lips whisper, "Oh. That's Noah, one of the boys I was telling you about."

Brooklyn blinked slowly and pressed her lips together. "Hi, Noah. I'm Brooklyn."

"Sup?" I kept things short and walked away, hoping Brooklyn wouldn't say anything to Venus about us knowing each other. It was a shitty thing to do, not explain myself fo Brooks, but what am I supposed to say:
"Yeah, we met on a cruise and then ended up moving in the same building- oh, and now we WORK TOGETHER, TOO?!" No.