I get nudged out of my thoughts, and I frown at Asher, who is standing next to me, with a smirk on his face.
“What?”
Being the prick that he is, he grips my chin, turning my head down and to the right, and I swear to fuck that my heart stutters in my chest.
There she is.
My Nell.
Dressed in leather-looking pants and a sparkly long-sleeved top that is tucked in, she looks fucking perfect. Her hair is in wild curls, no taming those beauties.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my fingers tightening around the railing of the balcony.
My knuckles turn white as a man approaches her, and she smiles but does not reach out to touch him. In fact, she takes a step back, and it is such a small act that the guy does not notice.
“How long has it been since you have spoken to her?”
“Since she left Hawaii. All calls, texts, and attempts to see her have failed,” I inform him.
“So you think she is here on a date? That would be a fucked-up thing to do, if she was. She knows that you own this club.” Asher’s voice fades when I watch her face.
She is animatedly talking to Simone, now giving the man her back. He goes to reach for her, and I see red.
No fucker touches my woman but me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Nell
Simone dragged me here to Lux, with the knowledge that Romeo owns it.
She told me that she was tired of me silently moping and hiding in romance books to get over him. Even after we talked and I told her that I was okay, which I am, she did not believe me.
The music plays loudly, people dance and drink. Sipping from my straw, the fruity cocktail makes my tummy happy.
I have not drunk any alcohol since I got back, when my night of shots with Romeo’s aunties and mother made me regret drinking so much. Just thinking about shots makes my stomach churn, so I am happy with fruity cocktails for now.
“This place is bouncing,” Simone shouts over the music.
I nod my head, keeping the straw in my mouth, sipping the goodness.
Simone brought me here to show him that what he did, did not hurt me and that I am a strong bitch— her words, not mine.
I dressed up, making a fucking effort for a man who wants nothing to do with me, but I did it for myself and for Simone. We needed a girls’ night out, and I have so far been successful in pushing down the idea that Romeo could be here and with Daniella. If that is the case, then it will be the final nail in the coffin and I can truly move on.
No more silently moping as Simmy says.
“Can I buy you a drink?” a deep voice comes from behind me.
I turn around to see a handsome man smiling at me. I motion to my straw.
“I already have one.” He leans in, his mouth almost touching my ear, so I inch back, trying not to make it obvious.
“I could get you the next one. A pretty lady like yourself should not be buying her own drinks.”
I want to roll my eyes so bad, but I refrain from doing so.
“Does that work with all the girls?” His smirk gets wider.
