Shit, I didn’t have an ID.My stomach turned asI stepped out underneath the driver’s umbrella. Piper huddled closer inside the umbrella, refusing to allow a hint of her makeup to come off her face before she sweated it off inside.
Was the bouncer even going to let me in? I hadn’t planned ongoing clubbingwhen I’d done my makeup that evening. I’d found some foundation in my bathroom that had surprisingly matched myoverly paleskin. Beyond a bit of blush and bronzer, my appearance was basically the same as it’d been since I’d arrived at Sebastian’s penthouse.
As we slowly made our way to the bouncer,I looked closer at Piper’s impeccable makeup. Fake eyelashes that blended perfectly into her own dark eyelashes. Winged eyeliner with such precision it’d make Sebastian’s general contractor cry. And her staple blood red lipstick.
In between my lack of ID and makeup, I might as well ask the driver to keep the car running depending on how much of a power trip the bouncer was on. Under an umbrella,Emmasqueezed in next to Sebastian. Hertiny figure was inches away from his broad chest, buthis narrowed eyes remained focused on me.
Soon after, Micah and the Wall Street Bros appeared behind us. Micah strutted right up to the bouncer, and fist bumped him.
“You got our table ready, man?” Micah asked, moving close to me despite the fact that I hadn’t ridden with him here. From the look he was giving me, he’dinterpreted it as hard toget.
“I got you, Micah.”The bouncer glanced at our group before continuing, “I need to see IDs.”
Sebastiansmirked atthe bouncer’swords. He knew I didn’t have an ID since Ray had stolen all of my belongings. And I knew he sure as hell wouldn’thelp me get in. While Piper got her ID out of herChanelboy bag, I leaned in closer to Micah.
“Hey Micah, I forgot my ID,” I whispered into his ear.
“She’s good,” Micahsaid with a jerk of his head.
The bouncer nodded back, and I smirked as I stepped towards the door.
Micah pulledon the handle,and I followed him into the pounding music.Henodded at a woman in a short, white body con dress. He whispered something in her ear, and she pointed towards an empty booth at the back of the club.
Micah grabbed my wrist and began tugging me towards the booth. His grip was possessive, as if hethought he’dbe taking me home tonight just because he’d gotten me access to the club. Rolling my eyes, I allowed his touchfor one reason only. The last thing I felt like doing was jostling drunk dancers to get out of the way. If he wanted to clear the crowd for me, I’d let him.
I grabbed Piper’s wrist with my free hand as we were swept into a sea of bodies dancing beneath the slatwoodceiling. I could barely make out theredand black chevron floors underneath the gyrating bodies.
We pushed past women in tight dresses that skimmed their butts, and men withRolexesthat they hoped would help convince those women that they were someone they should go home with. Sweat pooled on my back as we pushed across the room. As tempted as I was, I didn’t pull off the gloves. It was dark enough that I doubted anyone would see them, but I didn’t want to deal with any comments when the flashing neon lights landed on us.
We jostled our way along the edge of the bar, trying to avoid knocking any plastic cups out of people’s hands while making our way to a booth in the back. I was glad I was wearing black when we passed by a guy gesturing wildly at his friend, and he accidentally splashed a bit of whiskey on my stomach.
Whyhad I gone into debt getting bottle service? It didn’t seem worth it to pay for drunken assholes to spill their drinks on me.
Micah tugged meforward, tooconsumed in surging through the crowd to notice.I didn’t bother saying anything to the dumbass who’d spilled his drink on me; I was just grateful to approach our elevated booth and get out of the chaos.
When we finally stopped in front of the booth, aman with dilated eyes bumped into me, and I fell backwards onto a drunken dancer. I apologized to the dancer and righted myself with my usual speed. Thankfully, my reaction times were finally back to normal. It appeared whatever I’d been injected with had completely left my bloodstream.
While I internally celebrated the much needed win, Micah stepped towards the man who’d bumped into me.
“What the fuck, man? You need to apologize to her,” Micah yelled at the man.
You had to be fucking kidding me. All I wanted to do was squeeze into the booth, and knock back a drink. We weresoclose. It was right fucking there.
The man’s dilated eyes narrowed as he glared at Micah. “Make me,” the bumper said.
Despite the man being a foot shorter and completely lacking muscle, Micah took a step back.
“Security!” Micah yelled frantically.
Sebastian and Emma came into view, just as the bouncer approached us.
“Throw him out of here!” Micah was pointing at the guy who bumped me, while yelling about why he should throw out the guy.
“What happened?” Sebastian asked me, his eyes narrowed as he took in the situation.
I rolled my eyes while speaking, “It’s not a big deal.”
The security guard raised his eyebrows. “Dude, he just bumped into her. I can’t throw him out for that.”
