My Pixie.
I feel childish, even thinking about it. I’m a thirty-two-year-old man, for fuck’s sake. What if Elliot is just taking the piss anyway? I’ve never known him to be a serious man.
I rest my elbow on the window, running my pointer finger over my bottom lip. All I know is I couldn’t turn my car around, even if I wanted to.
The club comes into view, and I manage to find a space on the next road. A rarity on a Friday night in London, and the reason I barely drive myself anymore. Sliding out my phone, I shoot Elliot a text telling him I’m here, then step from my Bentley and hit lock on my key fob. Adrenaline is the only thing propelling my body in the direction of the club.
2
Nina
I holda straw to Lucy’s mouth, trying to get some water in her. She looks up at me with loving eyes slapping her dainty hand to my cheek.
“Nunnia, Ninnia,” she slurs drunkenly, her brows dipping as she processes her own words. “I love you,” she whispers, dropping her head to my chest. I feel my body sway from the weight of hers—maybe the tequila too. Thankfully, Charlie notices, he sweeps Lucy up into his arms, holding her like you would a bride.
“Elliot’s sorted a ride for us,” he says as he looks down at Lucy.
“I wouldn’t normally let her get like this.” I smile sheepishly up at him as guilt fills me. “She needed a good blowout tonight.” I tip my head to the side and try to suppress my laugh.
She’s fucked.
“Lowell’s out front.” Elliot smiles as he pops his brows at Charlie. “Megan thinks she’s going with that fuckface.” He thumbs over his shoulder.
Megan sits on the lap of Sam, her go-to hookup. She’s been dancing with him all night, and by dancing, I mean dry humping. Megan is very private on the details of her sex life but has never been afraid of PDA. The girl baffles me.
“She’s okay. We know Sam.” I wave my hand on a hiccup.
“Right.” Elliot stands with his hands on his hips and nods to the door. “Let’s go.”
I go to Megan, pulling her head back from Sam’s with a handful of hair gentle enough not to hurt her. I kiss her forehead, giving her ‘the look’. She smiles up at me, her eyes telling me what I need to know. She’s okay.
We exit the club, and the cool air hits me like a freight train. Instantly I feel more, more of everything, my body hypersensitive to the world around me. Everything blurs as I spin, looking for the guys. My eyes take a second to find focus amongst the sea of people. But they are there, right behind me, Lucy safely locked in Charlie’s arms.
Thank god we met them tonight.
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Mase
As I roundthe corner of the club, I instantly spot my two best friends already outside. Charlie has a blonde in his arms, and she looks like she’s out for the count.
Poor fucker.
I see Elliot in my periphery, but my eyes don’t reach him. They are drawn to the woman who stands in front of him. She looks around in searching, visibly relaxing when she spots the boys.
Do they know this girl?
I use my concealed spot to take her in. Long brown hair hangs loose and full to her small waist. I can see the swell of her breast from her side profile. Full round hips encase the most perfect ass I think I’ve ever seen. Her body looks toned and tight in all the right places. I imagine my hands running over those hips.
Shit.
Elliot spots me in the crowd, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. He starts towards me, but I quickly turn and head back to my car before the brunette can spot me.
I shouldn’t have come tonight.
This was a stupid idea.
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