We arrive at Club Trix during what seemed to be peak hour. Leo apparently knew the owner of what seemed to be the best club in New York, which means we got to jump the cue. I wonder how much Leo comes here if he has managed to be on first name basis with the owner. I guess sometimes it pays to have friends stuck in high class society. The music was blaring loud as we stepped out onto the large dance floor. Lights were flashing rainbow in all different directions. Some of the crowd was scattered at the bar ordering drinks or flirting with the bartender. Others were sitting in the booth areas dotted around the outside. Most of the booths were dark, I was unable to see faces. But I could see a silhouette of a man close to us. He had two woman draped over him. They were clawing at his chest, whispering in his ear. I couldn’t see who they were. All I could feel was that man’s eyes on me. I could feel my checks redden, butterflies beating willingly against my stomach.

Luke Harding seemed to make it a point to avoid me at all costs. Which is strange because I feel like I see him more than before. But he won’t look at me or talk to me, let alone touch me. I wonder if he was scared of me and what happened in that meeting room. Or maybe he was caught up finding me drunk in Central Park, in the middle of the night.  I can’t help but be upset and extremely embarrassed. I had this ridiculously hot guy interested me and I rejected him, over and over again. All for what? To save myself from my past? Gosh I don’t even know anymore. The only thing clear in my minds was that breath taking kiss we shared. The mind blowing feeling that pulsed through my body at his touch. I remember betraying everything I felt, then crying myself to sleep. After my talk with Leo it seems to be the only fucking thing I could think about.  Pathetic, that’s what my father would have called me. Then again my father’s dead. If Mr Ha

“What are you two laughing about in here?” I heard my best friends voice coming from behind me. Smiling I whirl my head to see her standing in the doorway. Her blond hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. She was smiling a bright smile, but there was no twinkle in her eyes. I feel like my best friend has changed so much over these past few months. I look over to see Williams watching her with a smirk, does he realise that she wasting away? Every day she looks thinner, more tired. She’s tearing herself apart and it’s killing me. Emma perches on Williams lap, going to give him a small peck on the cheek. But he grabs her chin, placing his mouth firmly on her own. She looked surprised but still returned it. I couldn't tell if she was really uncomfortable, or just shocked that her boyfriend was making out with her in front of his PA. I bit my lip hard to try and stop myself from saying anything, casting my gaze elsewhere while they finished s