CHAPTER 7

Riella's POV.

“What are you wearing?” Carolyn's voice had my head whisking toward the door where she was standing, poking her head in. Her face was pulled into this dissatisfied frown as she watched me.

My eyes did a slow crawl over her.

She was donning a black jean bum short matched with a pink bustier which left ample stomach flesh on display. I went ahead to check out her feet which were clad in pink kicks.

Her hair was pulled into a ponytail atop her head while her face was done into smokey-eyed makeup that made her look extra good.

“Clothes.” That was my simple response to her question as she eyed me slowly.

“I know that, doofus!” She hissed as she started to make her way into my room as she owned it. “I'm asking why you have that beach skirt on. We are going to a club and not the beach, Ella.” She complained.

I looked down at the three-layered multi-colored beach skirt I had on which I had matched with a yellow top tied at my midriff.

“What's wrong with this?” I threw my hands out in exasperation.

“A lot, sweetheart. It's a no-no for me.” She plopped down on my bed at the end of her words. I groaned before moving to my closet. I wasn't feeling the whole idea of the club.

Like earlier, I allowed my hands to select my clothes and they ended up picking a two-piece body con matching skirt and top. A black leather skirt that barely made it to my knees and a black cropped leather top. I pulled them on and topped them up with ankle leather boots.

“Now, this is what I'm talking about.” Carolyn nodded her head In approval as I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail that had tendrils framing my face.

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my mini black purse. “You do know that we ain't college students anymore. Lyn, we are twenty-six!” I hollered as we began to trudge toward her car.

“So, because we are getting older, we shouldn't enjoy ourselves anymore? Bullshit.” She dismissed my talk as we got into the car.

“Club, here we come!” She screamed before pulling into the road that led to the club. I sank further into my seat.

          THIRTY MINUTES LATER.

Lyn pulled into the club parking space and I barely gave her time to park properly before I jumped out of the car. From where I stood, I could hear the loud beats and screams coming in from the club.

“That's what we are talking about.” Lyn was already moving her tiny waist to the song as we walked toward the bouncers. We got our pass and moved into the club.

The music blasting off from wherever the speakers were placed was so damn loud that I had to hold my ears for a second. It wasn't like it helped to ease the pain.

Lyn started to dance, wiggling her butt as she moved toward an empty table we sighted. We got around the table and I settled down while still trying to adjust my sight to the dim lights illuminating the club.

“I'm going to get us drinks!” Lyn practically yelled at the top of her voice just to get me to hear that due to how loud the music was. I nodded my head and watched her stalk off.

A loud giggle had me looking toward a table. Some wealthy guys who I could tell from how dressed up they were had girls surrounding them in skimpy clothes and all sorts. They were kissing, making out, and doing all sorts. It was a sight for sore eyes.

I took my eyes away from them and they immediately landed on Lyn in the bar area. She was standing there alright. But now, she had company because a random guy had his hands wrapped around her waist as they talked. Though I couldn't see his face, I could bet my whole account that they just met.

The realization had me shaking my head. Just like that, my gaze shifted from my best friend toward the dance floor where a lot of things were going on. And I meant a lot of things by what I could see.

“Hey, you wanna dance?” I felt someone slip into the seat beside me and I adjusted myself properly before taking in his sight.

Wine-colored hair that was tousled roughly, blue eyes, a very straight nose, and plump lips, the guy had a grin on his face as he watched me, obviously waiting for me to go along with him.

I went further into giving him a look over. He didn't look old but the small beard and mustache formed around his jaw gave him away. The wife-beater tank top made him look less of himself and the grin he stared at me with looked too forced for my liking.

“No.” I deadpanned before looking away from him. Almost immediately, Carolyn appeared giggling loudly. She stopped when she noticed what was going on.

Passing me the shot glass, she sent me a small wink. “Hello, I'm Carolyn.” She told him, smiling softly.

“I'm Greyson.” He took her outstretched hand and shook it, lingering a bit. Just like that, they started to talk. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my purse, and stalked off to the dance floor, behind my drink. 

I wasn't going to just stand there and listen to them talk. Besides, since I was here at the club, I might as well just loosen up and dance. 

So, I started to dance. 

I started to sway my waist to the beat of the song, shaking my body and loosening up to the music. I soon got lost dancing alone.

Suddenly, firm hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. A strange cologne wafted into my nostrils, assaulting my senses. My eyes widened and I turned around quickly.

But I barely got to move when a light squeeze on my butt paralyzed me. Then, the annoying booming laughter of whoever it was.

I didn't think so. I didn't have the time to think when I spurned around quickly and sent my palm across the beast's face.

“How dare you!” I growled. Next, I grabbed a full glass of alcohol from someone standing by and poured the content on him. The crowd gasped at my action. Flipping him off, I turned around and stomped out of the club.

What a night!