Meeting again

Reid.

Life was good. Loud music filled the room with bass thumping through the floor. Glowing neon lights painted the club in shades of gold and blue, making people look more like silhouettes than anything.

“To the biggest deal of the year!” I said excitedly, raising a cold glass of champagne toward my friends Mason and Blake who were seated across the table.

“Hell yes!” Blake grinned, leaning back in the booth. “You’ve officially joined the big leagues.”

“Joined?” I smirked. “I own the big leagues now.”

Mason laughed. “That’s why we’re here. You’ve earned it, man.”

Before I could say anything, the two models who had been lingering near our booth slid in on either side of me. Their sweet and intoxicating perfume filled the air as they wrapped their hands around me. One of them leaned close, her long silky hair brushing my neck.

“You don’t mind if we join, do you?” she purred.

“Not at all,” I said, smiling. This was the good life. I could have any woman I wanted, including the most beautiful ones. I had a girlfriend but after my ex-wife cheated on me, I had long given up on love. Kylie and I were mostly dating for formality.

The other model rested her hand on my thigh, her red colored nails tracing lines over my pants. My heart rate increased as I forgot about everything and let myself experience the high from their touch.

One leaned in closer, her lips almost at my ear. “You look so good, Mr. Bennett.”

“I know,” I said as I slid an arm around her waist.

The one on my right moved even closer, pressing her body against mine. My blood grew hot, rushing to one part of my body. My cock was now hard as a rock. I looked up. Blake caught my eye from across the table and smirked knowingly. Mason just raised his glass and chuckled.

One of the models caressed my jaw with her fingertip while the other tilted her head toward me, her highly kissable lips parting slowly. The one on my left giggled, her palm sliding up my chest. I could feel the heat from her body as she pressed her thigh against mine.

“Maybe we can celebrate somewhere else,” the one on the right whispered in my ear, her lips brushing close enough to touch it.

I smirked. “That’s tempting.”

And it was but I had no plans of going anywhere with them. Although I wasn’t in love with my girlfriend, I could never go that far. I liked to enjoy the attention of other women but couldn’t bring myself to cheat. I had some morals, unlike my wicked ex-wife.

“Would you like to try our new signature cocktail?”

That voice! Slowly, I looked up to see her standing in front of me with a tray of glowing blue drinks. Think of the devil and she appears. She wore a short red dress that clung to every curve of her body. Her luscious breasts and thighs were in full view.

I felt disgusted immediately.

“How dare you speak to me after what you did, whore?” I asked. Her beautiful doe eyes widened and she took a step back.

“I’m sorry, sir. We have never met.” she said as the tray in her hands started shaking. She looked at the shaking glasses in horror. “I have to go.”

She turned to walk away and nearly crashed onto the next table. She placed the tray on the table and hurried away in long heels.

“Anna?” I called after her but she didn’t stop or make any indication she heard me. I stood up, letting go of the models’ skinny hands. I was no longer horny. I was angry. How dare she show up out of nowhere after everything she did?

I stood frozen, my heartbeat hammering in my chest. Mason glanced at me, seeming confused, but I ignored him. My mind was racing. What the hell was Anna doing here? Why was she pretending not to know me?

I marched toward the bar and slammed my palm on the counter. “Get me the club manager. Now.”

The startled bartender gestured to a short man in a black suit who had been overseeing bottle service. “That’s him.”

I walked over. “That woman you just sent to my table. She is wearing a red dress and her name is Anna. Call her back.”

“You mean Rina?” he asked with a frown.

I narrowed my eyes. She was probably using a fake name. Typical. “Whatever.”

“She’s been working here three weeks. Is there any problem, sir? Did she bother you in any way?”

“Bring her here now.”

He raised a brow before tapping into his earpiece. “Rina, come to the VIP bar. It’s a guest request.”

A few minutes later, she returned. I turned around and told the boss to leave us alone. Anna stared at me with her big brown eyes.

“Sir?” she asked.

“Anna, stop this,” I said. “I know it’s you. What game are you playing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice firmer this time. “It seems you have mistaken me for someone else.”

The Anna I knew didn’t lie like this. But then again, I never really knew the real Anna before it was too late.

I stepped closer. “Then look me in the eye and tell me you’ve never met me before.”

“I’ve never met you before, sir.” She said without hesitation.

I was beyond shocked. When did she become this shameless? Before or after cheating on me?

“You really wanna do this?” I asked. “Pretend you’re someone else? After everything you did to me?”

She looked past me and then bowed her head. “I have other tables to serve. Please excuse me, sir.”

And with that, she turned and walked away. My jaw dropped to the floor. I was not expecting the woman who grabbed my legs and begged me not to chase her from my house to act so cold to me. I just stared after her, wondering what game she was playing.

And then out of nowhere, a man wearing a white T-shirt and jeans came and wrapped his hands around her. She stopped walking to let him hold her.

My fingers balled into fists. Fvck. Was I getting jealous? Over that whore?

No freaking way.