Chapter Nine
Tommy
“Stop sulking, we’re going out and getting you a beautiful woman to bring home,” Max informs me.
Does he not know there is only one beautiful woman I want? I know that he does; this is his half-arsed attempt at trying to wind me up. It’s working.
“Piss off. I’ll come out just to make you shut up,” I bark at him as I gradually lose my patience with him.
“Great, because I’ve already told Jenson and he’s in too,” He smirks.
Oh fuck, this is going to be one of those nights. I love Jenson, he’s my best mate, but that man can turn any night into a party. I hang my head in defeat before giving myself an internal pep talk. I’ve turned into a boring bastard lately, I’m only twenty-eight, for fucks sake, a night out should be top priority.
We get ready, Max raiding my wardrobe as usual, then head out into town. Jenson ownsmultiple bars around the Midlands, and to be fair to him, they’re quite remarkable. The one we’re going to tonight is one of his, called Xpressions, a prohibition feel club with different rooms. There is a speakeasy-style room, a jazz room and a room more like a traditional nightclub, where there are podium dancers, DJs and plenty of dance floor. This is the room that Jenson has texted to say he’s waiting in.
Heading straight to said room, we meet him at the bar. Drinks already poured, waiting for us.
“You alright, lads?” Jenson asks us both.
“Yeah, long day,” I grumble, not being able to shift this mood I’m in. “Miserable arse here had to be dragged out kicking and screaming. Get some shots in, he bloody needs it,” Max says snarkily at me. I really do need to get out of this funk, but I can’t until I see my girl again.
Laughing in reply, Jenson leans over the bar, calling out our order to one of the waitresses. Taking a look around the bar, it's already buzzing, the deep bass from the speakers thrums through me from the speakers tastefully concealed within the décor. Dotted around the room are scantily dressed women, dancing on platforms as entertainment, all of them sexy and incredibly skilled. One of them is currently in the air, swinging around on two long pieces of silk. I’ve got to give it to Jenson, it’s pretty spectacular in here. The slightly higher-than-average prices help to attract clientele that are on the higherend of the class scale.
The shots are brought over, and the three of us knock them back in one, the taste of Patron burning its way down my throat. Finally, I start to relax, talking with the lads about our days and work. It gets busier by the minute in here, the space filling up. Jenson is looking down at his phone as he starts to back away from us.
“Back in a sec, lads, just need to let the girls in,” he tells us.
The girls? Who? Please don’t tell me he is also trying to get me laid tonight.
Less than five minutes later, he returns with the girls in question. One being my sister, the others being her best friends.
Fuck.
She’s here.
And she is looking fucking phenomenal.
She’s wearing a tiny, sleeveless black dress that shimmers under the light with each move she makes. Her beautiful, toned legs look unbelievable in her matching black high heels. My pants already feel tight from just looking at her. What I would give to have those legs wrapped around my neck.
“Hi, boys! Fancy seeing you here,” Gracie calls as they walk over to us. Even though I heard her, I still can’t take my eyes away from Maya. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was drool running down my chin.
“What would you beautiful ladies like todrink? Pornstar Martinis?” Jenson asks, knowing their go-to order from that night at Harry’s. A night in one of his bars means the drinks don’t stop flowing all night.
“You know us so well already,” Blair flirts, leaning into him. These two are trouble.
“Hey Tommy,” Maya comes straight up to me. That pull between us is electric.
“Maya,” I say in a low growl. “You look stunning tonight.” Her cheeks almost immediately redden. Ah, so she likes it when I compliment her, there’s plenty more where that comes from, baby.
“Th-thank you,” She stutters. Jesus, she does want me still. I had been worrying myself stupid that she regretted our moment in the kitchen.
“Oi, Tommy. Don’t I look stunning too?” Fallon huffs, frowning as her eyes bounce between us.
Hmm, is she not happy over the fact that I find Maya attractive? Attraction isn’t what I would call it, though. It’s deep burning need.
“You look like my annoying little sister,” I grunt.
Jenson hands out the drinks to the girls, and Gracie makes me take a picture of them holding them. I am more than happy to oblige, given that I used my phone to take it, telling Gracie I would forward it to her, purely so that I now have a picture of my girl looking straight ahead at me.
