Aria
โYou really broke up with your boyfriend on Valentineโs Day? Why?โ
โHeโs married.โ I tilted my head back and swallowed the shot of tequila. It burned going down, numbing my senses, but that was exactly what I wanted tonight.
โWhat?!โ
I sighed, suddenly grateful that the thrumming music was loud enough to drown out my friendโs outburst. I could see her gesturing wildly, shouting something about โbastardsโ and โplayboysโ, but I could barely hear her. Not that I would have been able to, anyway.
After all, my mind was still stuck on last night.
It really had been a perfect Valentineโs Day. My boyfriend, Jackson, had taken me out for a nice dinner, bought me flowers and chocolates and a bottle of wine, and then we had come back to my place for some seriously amazing sex.
But it was then, as his phone began to ring while he was in the shower, that everything changed.
โThe caller ID said โBoss Ladyโ,โ I explained to Bella, who was too drunk to hold her head up
straight by now. โI figured it was someone from workโyou know how seriously he takes his
jobโso I picked up for him, just in case.โ
Bella hiccuped, pushing a strand of jet black hair out of her big brown eyes. โAnd?โ
โAndโฆโ I sighed, reaching for another shot glass. โIt was his wife.โ
My friendโbest friend, I should say, considering the fact that Bella and I had been inseparable since we were teenagersโpractically fell off her barstool. โI hope she didnโt blame you for everything.โ
I knocked back another shot of tequila.
โShe didnโt. Because they were clearly in an โopen marriageโ. His wife even knew about me before I knew about her.โ
I didnโt mention how Jacksonโs wife sounded horribly lovesick over the phone, asking when he would be โdoneโ with me so they could celebrate Valentineโs Day โproperlyโ. Clearly, there were some unresolved feelings there.
But she knew about me, regardless of how she truly felt about their little arrangement.
And I had been played for a fool.
โWhat happened after that?โ Bella asked, taking another shot of her own.
Standing at four inches shorter than me and about ninety-five pounds soaking wet, she was definitely the lightweight between the two of us. I knew Iโd likely be scraping her up off the floor by the time we left, but I didnโt mind. It was why I had invited her out tonight; Bella knew how to have fun, and I needed fun right now.
I huffed and rolled my eyes. โGet this: Jackson actually wanted us to stay together. He said he โreally loved meโ, that he only didnโt tell me about his wife because Iโm โtoo seriousโ.โ
Bellaโs mouth lifted into the barest hint of a smirk. โI take it his shit ended up on the sidewalk.โ
I couldnโt help but smirk myself. โYou know me too well, Bella.โ My friend grinned impishly, and I added, โIt just sucks, you know? Finally, I thought I found โthe oneโ. I was planning on asking him to move in and get a fucking dog together. Seriously.โ
My friend sighed and put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into her and blinked quickly in an attempt to quell the tears that were threatening to come. โScrew him, okay?โ she said. โHeโs trash.โ
โI just wishโโ
โOh, no.โ My friend leaned back, eyes flashing with that fiery intensity that I loved so much as she jammed a finger into my chest. โI know where this is going. Donโt you dare wallow, Aria White. Do you understand me?โ
โIโm notโโ
โYes, you are.โ Bella leapt to her feet and grabbed me by the wrist, hauling me off of my barstool with surprising strength despite her petite form. Planting both hands firmly into my back, she began wheeling me toward the dance floor.
โYou always do this, Aria!โ she shouted over the pumping music. โYou always wallow after every breakup, and Iโm sick of it! Iโm not gonna let you mope around over some jackass!โ
Despite my pain, I couldnโt help but laugh at Bellaโs attitude. We stopped in the middle of the dance floor, and Bella turned, gesturing to the groups of guys dancing to the bass-heavy music.
โWith your body, Iโd bet my entire paycheck that any of the guys in here would happily make out with you,โ Bella shouted into my ear as we began to dance together. โHell, I bet you wouldnโt even have to ask! You could just walk up and kiss them!โ
I felt my face flush at the thought. I was tall for a girl and a bit lanky, with wide hips, mousy brown hair, and green eyes that were just a little too big for my faceโnot to mention the freckles covering my nose and cheeks.
In my head, I looked like an awkward teenager, not the type of girl who could walk up to random guys and make out with them at the club.
โCome on, Bella,โ I said, waving my hand at my friend. โDonโt be silly.โ
Bella wrinkled her nose. โLook, not that Iโm agreeing with that asshole, but he was right about one thing: you can be a littleโฆ you know.โ
I frowned and stopped dancing. โA little what, Bella?โ
Huffing, Bella gestured to my stanceโmy arms folded across my chest, my back rigid, my chin dipped down so that I was practically looking at her through my eyebrows despite the fact that I was so much taller than her.
She didnโt need to say it for me to know what she was implying.
โI know I can be serious,โ I said, dropping my arms back to my sides. โBut I donโt think thatโs a bad thing. I like my personality just fine.โ
Bella shook her head. โNo one is asking you to change your whole personality. But would it kill you to loosen up a little? The whole time weโve been on the dance floor, youโve looked like youโd rather be literally anywhere else.โ
There was no arguing that; Bella had been the one to pick this place, not me. โIโm just not really the dancey type,โ I replied. โNor am I the kissing random strangers type.โ
โWell, itโs either that or skydiving,โ Bella grinned, placing her hands on her hips. โIโm not letting you leave here until you do something exciting. Something to take your mind off of that asshole.โ I shot my friend a withering glare, and she clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes up at me.
Dammit, I thought. Bella always knew exactly how to get me to do what she wanted to do, and besides, that last shot of tequila was beginning to hit. My body was starting to feel loose and warm, and maybe, just maybeโฆ
But looking around, I didnโt see a single person who was my type; mostly just college frat boys with backwards baseball caps and vodka cranberries spilled down the fronts of their shirts.
There was a VIP lounge upstairs, but we peasants were clearly not allowed in. Even if there were interesting people upstairs, I wouldn't know.
โIโm not kissing anyone here,โ I said, wrinkling my nose.
Bella rolled her eyes and gestured to the door. โHow about the next guy who walks in?โ
โNo, Bella. No wayโโ
โCโmon! Prove Jackson wrong!โ Bella was already pushing me toward the door.
โWhat if heโs ugly?!โ I shouted over my shoulder.
My friend just giggled. โThatโs part of the thrill, isnโt it?โ I shot her another glare, and she added, โItโs just one kiss.โ
I really must have been getting drunk now, because a little part of me knew that she was rightโit was just one kiss. What was the worst that could happen?
โFine,โ I said, stopping by the bar for another shot. โBut I need another drink first. And Iโm vetoing if heโs ugly.โ
โFair enough.โ
We grabbed another round of shots, clinking the tiny cups together before downing them. This time, the liquid burned significantly less going down, and I knew I really was in troubleโbecause Bellaโs idea really wasnโt seeming so bad after all.
One kiss, just to get out of wallowing over my ex and prove that I wasnโt too โseriousโ... I could manage that.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the door opened. I barely got a glimpse at the guy who enteredโaside from a full head of long raven hairโbefore Bella was suddenly propelling me forward again.
Oh, God. I canโt believe Iโmโ
Donโt think, Aria! Just act!
Before I could protest my own thoughts, my lips were on his.
It shouldnโt have been more than a peckโplausible deniability and all that. But then a strong arm was wrapping around me and tugging me closer, and something about his lips was electric, and suddenly I was wanting more, more, more.
When we finally parted for air, I opened my eyes, mouth slightly open, andโฆ
Good lord, he was handsome.
And just as shocked as I was, if the flustered expression on his chiseled face was any indication.
Before either of us could speak, another man, a blond with close-cropped hair, stepped between us.
โWhat are you doing?โ the blond guy growled at me before whirling to face the other man. โIโm so sorry, sir. I didnโt know she was going to do that.โ
I looked back at the handsome man, and his eyesโone blue and one brown, shocking in the dim lightโwere roving over meโฆ scrutinizing me.
And it was then, as I took in his perfectly-tailored suit and the Rolex on his wrist, that it hit me.
I just kissed a VIP.
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