Chapter 6

"We're going in my car." Victor said when I was about to open my door.

"Seriously why. I wanna take my own car. I am not getting in a car with you. Especially not your car." I said, opening my car door.

"Come on Ley, just this once, please?" Stormee pleaded with me, making a sad face.

I slammed my car door shut.

"Whatever. Let's just go." I grumbled, hopping in the back seat of his Range Rover.

The two lovebirds chatted the whole ride and I was silent the whole ride, just wanting to get out of the car. I'm gonna try to persuade Stormee again that he isn't the one for her, but from the way she is looking at him, that's going to be really hard. I can tell she is in love.

"Here we are!" Victor announced, pulling up to the side of a very large building.

"Umm, why are we on the side of the building and not the front where we need to get in?" I asked, getting tired of Victor and his games. He turned to look at me.

"Because, when you're with me, you're VIP. Which means we don't need to use the front door. We use the side door. I do own this club in case you forgot." he told me, getting out of the car.

"I never cared to know in the first place," I muttered to myself as I hopped out the car.

I followed him and Stormee to a door on the side of the building and he opened it. There was a guard standing in front of the door as soon as it opened and he reached to his side when we walked through. As soon as he saw Victor, he relaxed and and nodded at him.

"Welcome sir." the big man grunted, stepping aside.

"Thank you Chuck, have a great night." Victor told him, patting him on the shoulder as he passed by. Chuck just grunted.

We walked past a few offices and stopped at double doors. I could hear the faint sound of music pumping through the club. Victor looked back at Stormee and I.

"Are you guys ready for the time of your life?" he grinned, hands on the doors. I was more than ready. I was ready to let loose and dance and grind on random people. I needed this.

"Yes! Now open the doors already." I answered, tapping my foot in anticipation. He just laughed and pushed the doors open.

Music flooded my ears and the my body vibrated from the bass booming on on the dance floor. Disco light swirled around the dimly lit room, and I watched sweaty bodies grind on top of each other.

The music flowed through my body and I started moving to the beat as I walked to the bar.

"Three shot of vodka." I told the bartender. He slid them over to me and I downed all three in less than five seconds.

"Three more." I told the bartender and he looked at me skeptical. What was he waiting for?

"I said three more, are you deaf?" I started getting irritated that he was taking so long. I needed to dance. He shrugged and put three more shots in front of me. All three were gone just as fast as the first three. I loved the feeling of the burn as it all went down my throat and I could feel the alcohol start to kick in. Just what I wanted.

My song came on and I yelled, waving my arms in the air. I moved my way to the middle of the dance floor and grabbed a random body. We started moving to the music and I loved this feeling. No stress, no nothing. Just music and dancing. I grinded back into the guy and pulled him even closer, loving how in sync we were.

Once I was bored of one partner, I moved on to the next and I did that for about an hour. I was wasted and worn out and needed to find somewhere to sit and take a breath. As I stumbled off the dance floor I tripped, grabbing a chair before I face planted. I giggled and continued to walk. My feet are so crazy, always trying to make me fall. I finally made it to the bar and pulled myself up on the chair.

"Whew, I finally made it. That was a long walk wasn't it?" I told the bartender laughing at the face he made at me.

"Listen up buddy, don't look at me like that." I made my voice deeper and pointed a finger at him. I busted out laughing, slapping the counter.

"You are so funny! I like you." I slurred, still laughing. I calmed down and looked to my left, spotting a cute blondie.

"Ooo, hi hello how are you?" I greeted the guy. He looked like he was nice. He didn't turn around. That's rude.

"Umm hellooo, I said hi!" I poked the guy in the shoulder trying to get his attention. He slowly turned around and I leaned back. The blondie had a large scar running down his face and made him have a permanent scowl.

"Nevermind, um goodbye!" I squeaked and hopped off the chair, finding another place to sit. I was very happy and started skipping, still looking for a place to sit. I found a place to sit and skipped my way over there. A guy was in my way and I slowed down so that I could go around him but my feet decided to trip me again.

"Whoaaa!" I crashed into the guy and he stumbled forward. I caught myself and held my arms out, balancing myself.

"Alright, I'm good, I'm good." I dusted myself and prepared to skip again.

"What the fuck man! What's wrong with you? Watch where you're going!" the guy shouted, stalking towards me. I held my hands up in defense.

"Whoa mister, it was an accident I'm very very very sorry." I smiled up at him, hoping he would accept my apology. He frowned at me and scrunched his black eyebrows.

"I don't want your worthless apology. I want you to pay for the damages you did to my shirt! This was $1,000!" he yelled, pointing to the three vertical holes in his silky maroon shirt. My eyes widened when I saw the shirt and I looked back up at him.

"Sorry gotta go!" I rushed past him and he grabbed me by the arm, yanking me backwards.

"Not so fast, I want my money!" he growled, his grip getting tighter around my upper arm.

"Mileyna?" I heard someone say my name. I whipped around and Justin stood there, surprise etched on his face. My face on the other hand lit up like a christmas tree.

"Justin!" I threw myself at him and he caught me before I could face plant. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"What are you doing here Mileyna?" he asked me, grabbing my arms and putting them back to my sides. I pouted and threw my arms back around his neck.

"The question is what are you doing here mister." I slurred, tracing a finger down his chest.

"She's with you Bieber? She owes me money for messing up my shirt!" the guy with the dark hair shouted.

"No she's not, but I'll pay for it." He looked down at me and I smiled. He was so handsome in his blue button down and dark jeans. Mouthwatering. "Who are you here with?" Justin asked me. I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"You look so sexy right now I just might faint." I said, pretending to faint. Justin caught me again and yanked me back up.

"Are you drunk?" he glared at me, narrowing his eyes. I gasped.

"Drunk? Of course not, why would you think that?" I put my hand to my chest, pretending I was hurt. He rolled his eyes.

"We'll continue this conversation later Pete." he told the guy. Pete nodded and glared at me before walking away.

"Let' go." Justin grabbed me and started walking towards the exits.

"Wait! I came with Stormee, I need to tell her I'm leaving!" I yanked at my arm.

"Just text her. Let's go before you embarrass yourself even more." he walked out the club and I stumbled after him. At this point I was just tired and wanted to sleep.

The cool breeze of the night felt good on my face and body after being in the stuffy club for hours, but at the same time made me feel queasy. My stomach twisted and I gripped the side of the building and puked all the contents in my stomach.

I heard a heavy sigh and looked up to see Justin waiting for me.

"I'm good, I'm good, I'm coming let's go." I waved him away.

I followed Justin to his car and he got in his car, not even opening my door for me.

"Why can't you be nice sometimes?" I whined as he started the car.

He just drove and didn't even answer me. I huffed and folded my arms across my chest, leaning back into the leather seat.

"You're such a waste of sexiness." I grumbled, facing the window. I heard a faint chuckle as I drifted off to sleep.

"Come on Mileyna, get out of my car." I heard Justin say to me as he stopped the car. I was too deep in sleep to even move a finger. I heard his growl in frustration and hit the steering wheel. My door opened and I felt him pick me up out of my seat.

"I know you're up Mileyna. You can't fool me." Justin murmured, kicking the door opened. I just snuggled even closer to his chest.

"Do you want me to set up a room for her sir?" I heard Augustus ask Justin.

"No I got it, thank you." he told him.

I drifted in and out of sleep and when I woke up again, I felt silk all around me. I slightly sat up and saw that I was in a very large room in a king size bed. The bed had maroon silk sheets and the room was decorated beautifully, matching the maroon sheets. There was a bookcase on the other side of the room filled with books. I looked straight ahead and saw Justin standing in the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Justin?" I croaked, my voice raspy and raw from screaming all night. He looked my way walked to my side of the bed.

"You need to drink some water, here." he said handing me a bottle of water. I grabbed it from him and drank the whole thing, the water cooling down the fire in my throat. I placed the empty bottle on the dresser next to me and looked up at Justin, my eyes trailing down his broad, muscular chest.

"Come." I said to him. He came closer to the bed. "Bend down, I wanna tell you something in your ear." He sighed and bent down, he ear leveled with my mouth.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear, cupping his cheek. I gently pressed my lips to his cheek, feeling a little scruff. I pulled back and looked him in the face. His eyes were closed. I glanced at his lips and back at his closed eyes. I leaned forward a little bit and he pulled away from me, standing up straight.

"You're welcome. Don't do that again, understand?" he whispered, running his fingers through his hair.

I didn't answer and laid back down, pulling the sheets over me. I was so going to regret this night in the morning.

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