As he stands there, he leans against the car, arms folded with his shirt sleeves rolled up looking just as dangerous as he is beautiful. His dark hair is short at the sides, slightly longer on top and tousled at the front… and what the hell is wrong with me? I don’t get like this over guys. But he’s not a guy, not any I’ve ever seen before anyway. He is carved perfectly like some kind of Greek God statue.
“Is there a fire or something?” I jump back from the window startled at Alina’s voice as she comes up behind me and glances out the window to see for herself what I was looking at.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” She says slowly.
“Grab me a bag of popcorn please girl, there’s no fire but this is one hell of a fucking smoke show.” She all but shouts as she perches on the bay window, duvet wrapped around her that she’s dragged from her bedroom and watches the scene unfold below us.
I actually do as she asks and walk over to the kitchen counter and grab two bags of popcorn in the state of shock I’m in over seeing the absolute God who’s parked outside our apartment.
I walk back over to the window and Alina opens the duvet for me to cuddle in beside her.
“Who is that guy? Was I that drunk last night that I didn’t see him clear enough or is this a different guy from who you were dancing with all night?” I ask her as I open the bags of popcorn and hand one to her.
“Sweet little Willow, you were black out drunk last night. It took until the club was closing for us to finally get you to leave, and that’s only because you quite literally passed out.” She says giving me a pointed look and raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me.
“He first came over to us after I’d told that other guy he wasn’t getting an invite back home. We danced for a little and then when we were chilling by the bar waiting for an Uber to come to get you home, he came back. Gigi told him to fuck off and that we weren’t interested in any more male attention for the night.” She laughs and continues to watch fuck boy and the God talk outside their car.
“How did the girls get back to Mia’s?” I ask also watching them both.
They look deep in thought and conversation, as if they’ve forgotten they are outside our apartment in the middle of the street and are probably being watched by both men and women from the neighbouring houses and apartments.
“Oh, Ella’s boyfriend picked the three of them up. I think they all went to one of his friends’ parties.” She replies shoving popcorn into her mouth.
“Okay so how did fuck boy end up back here then if Gigi told him to do one?” I ask continuing to watch the scene outside as if I’m watching one of those nature documentaries. You know where you’re waiting for the lion to attack the gazelle? You shouldn’t want to watch but you can’t look away.
“He told Gigi we were all too beautiful to ignore and that he owned the club and wanted to make sure we had a good night and were okay. When we said we were waiting on an Uber he insisted his driver would bring us home. And come on, look at him.” She exclaims, pointing to him out the window.
“I couldn’t just let him do that and then not invite him back with us!” Alina puts her arm around me and continues.
“And his name is Lev, not fuck boy. He carried you out to the car from the club, then up the stairs to your bed for me to get your drunk ass changed into your pjs. You were completely fucked last night Willow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that drunk, like ever. It was actually a little worrying. I wouldn’t of been able to get you home by myself so Lev is practically a saint.” She flutters her eyelashes at me and almost drools.
“Wonderful, so your one night stand saw me not only this morning looking like death, but also a drunk embarrassment last night.” I groan into my hands as I pull the duvet round me a little more. Alina laughs and smooths my dark brown hair down
“Ohhh you saw him as he left? Did he look like he’d had a good night?” She asks hopefully as she turns to look at me fully.
“Girl I don’t know. He was speaking on the phone in what I’m pretty sure was Russian, so forgive me that I was too confused and hungover to notice whether he had a good time in your bed.” I roll my eyes.
“Ughhh he was whispering Russian words in my ear all night, so fucking hot.” She all but moans.
“Alina, you don’t even know Russian, he could of been saying anything.” I roll my eyes at her.
“Whatever, anyway that man was only looking at me last night, even with you dead to the world in his arms. He asked for my number too, so who knows, maybe he won’t be just a one night stand. He also owns the club, so don’t worry about him seeing you in a blacked out state. I’m sure he’s seen people in worse conditions.” She says as she looks back out the window.
“Quick question Alina. How can he own a club at his age? He has to only be our age or just older. Did you even ask him before you stuck my half dead body in his unknown car and then let him into our home?”
I keep watching the two men talking deeply outside. Looking more closely, the God looks like he’s a lot older than fuck boy. Definitely all man.
“All the staff were tipping their heads to him like he owned the place and when we were leaving security called him ‘Boss’, so I didn’t think I needed to ask any questions. He’s hot as hell, was offering us a ride home and also helped me get your drunk ass to bed. We’re both alive aren’t we? So give a girl a break.” She says as she keeps her eyes on Lev out the window.
I laugh at her carefree attitude and the fact that she thinks with her hormones more than anyone else I know.
If this Lev guy is a fuck boy, Alina is his exact match. She’s a fuck girl. She has men wrapped around her finger within seconds and I love her for it. We enjoy free drinks anytime we go out because of her.
“Nooo they’re getting into the car.” She huffs
“I could watch them all day. What the fuck is in the water where they are from? And who do you think the hot piece of ass who picked him up is?” She asks as she starts to stand up, taking the duvet with her before throwing it on the sofa.
“I don’t know, but I do know that I thought your singing was a dying cat when I first woke up this morning. I also thought I was dying so can we just have a girl rot day because I have a hangover from hell.” I say as I begin to yawn.
