Novel & Cerita 5 Am Club Audiobook

Cj was their go-to club/drinking spot and Claudia was the only of her friends who was crazy enough to accept an offer to meet there so late. A minute later her phone beeped. It was a text back from Claudia. “See you in thirty.” She quickly hit her wardrobe in search of her club wear. She wanted the sluttiest she could find. She wouldn't be able to wear it much longer anyway. She took a cab and headed to the club. As she got in, her pulse thrummed with anticipation or maybe it was the whiskey kicking in. Heavy bass music was blasting through the club speakers rattling her bones as disco lights flickered everywhere.

Even care? “Aw, where’s the fun in that? I think it’s time I see you without clothes.” I caught my breath. Expecting to feel the prick of fangs. None came. Damion hummed lowly enjoying the moment of my fear. "Am I interrupting something?” Emma glared at Damion barging in her red curly locks frazzled. Damion flashed a glare at Emma “Not at all.” He pulled my face towards him planting a kiss on my cheek. “See you at dinner.” He winked exiting the room.

Chapter 136 Amilee’s POV When the door slams I cover up and wait. I know it’s coming. I know I’m going to die. I think I fall asleep because when the door opens I feel like I’m waking up. “What is this place?” An unfamiliar deep voice asks. “Sex club,” Another less deep voice answers almost jokingly. “We have camera in every room if she claims rape we can prove she was role playing and consented to everything.”

DRASA'S POV “Table 11.” Amelia barely looked at me as she shoved the tray into my hands. “Be quick. And don’t mess up.” I nodded, gripping the tray tighter than necessary. The glassware clinked together, threatening to spill, but I steadied them. This was my first night at the club, and I couldn’t afford a single mistake or I wouldn't get paid or worse…I'd be fired. Talk about overwhelming. As I moved through the dimly lit space that smelt of stale cigarettes, the bass of the music thumped against my skull making my head pound, this was not my type of environment.

While she wasn't sure of everything that occurred the night prior, she knows that the mysterious man did come into the club, and while she wasn't sure what she would've done had he showed up again tonight, Miranda still wished to see him. Before Miranda knew it, her shift was over, and it was time to go home. It was 3:00 AM and the crowd only appeared to be growing. Miranda waved at Jamie after making sure to return the notepad and pencil to their original place, but she kept the pin on her shirt. Then once again, Miranda fought her way through the walls of pale cold fleshy bodies until she could escape into the dimly lit hallway.

The suffocating pain overwhelmed me, and I collapsed, too weak to move. Alexis came running back, her bare feet thudding against the floor, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mommy, the door is locked! I can't get in! Mommy, hold on! I'll call for help!" She quickly pulled up Ambrose's number on her smartwatch. "Daddy! Mommy's having an asthma attack—" "Alexis, your mother is sitting right next to me. What nonsense are you talking about?" "Daddy, I don't want to play pretend anymore! Mommy's medicine is in the bedroom! What's the passcode?"

“No. No, I don’t have any outfit. But that depends on what type of club we are going to.” Amy laughed. “The club we are going to isn’t like some run down place, chica.” She rushed over to my bed and sat beside me. I could see excitement written on her face. I knew she was about to give me juicy details of the place from the look on her face. “The club is a den for meeting the type of men who can bring heaven to you. There’s the bad boys, the rich dudes, the sinfully good looking men. God, there is so much to choose from if these men are put in a pool to choose from.”

The end of the week was not far off, I had three days. Lila left around ten, squeezing my shoulder on her way out and telling me to think about it. Like I could think about anything else. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling for a long time, running the numbers again in my head even though I already knew how they came out. Somewhere around midnight, I stopped fighting it. I sat up, swung my legs off the bed, and opened the drawer where I had shoved the card Lila left me with the club's address on it.

Wouldn’t be the first time, or the last for that matter. A surprising amount of people packed into the club for a Thursday night. Fame, another club owned by Damon, promised high energy dance action and the best adult beverages in town. I didn’t know if it was fate or not, but I easily scored an empty stool at the bar. The place held so many memories that I choked up for a moment. We met here, at this very bar. 'Gems, where are you and what are you doing to cause such sadness?' Alpha Devlin intruded into my melancholic musings.

Ama. On Friday nights, it was typical for a club to be very crowded and bustling with a lot of people. I thanked God that I was not claustrophobic because the amount of people in the club at 10pm could give one a heart attack. Radike and I navigated through the crowd and the loud music and got to the bar. I needed a lot of alcohol in my system to be able to handle this mess that was Quilox. "Well take two long islands please." Radike told the bartender.