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“So what are you going to do with her?”
“I’m going to drag her into it head-first and start the game.”
“So cold-hearted,” he laughed. “You ever think maybe she remembers who you are on a sub-conscious level?”
I didn’t reply to that.
“We’re going out,” I said instead.
Chapter Thirteen
The land of dreams so easily turned people into fiends.
Encore was a nightclub unlike anything I had ever seen. It was one wide, giant bronze tower. There was a luxury hotel and two restaurants attached to it.
The club itself was three stories with an outdoor pool surrounded by two story cabanas. It was plush, with deep purple and gold interior.
The chandeliers were in the shape of hammocks. Laser infused lights lit up the massive dance floor. The place was packed with high-rollers.
I saw the basic bottle service started at fifteen-hundred dollars, and while that was the equivalent of an old Abe Lincoln for these people, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it, and that was with access to my family’s accounts.
Mateo had sent me ahead of him with Melody and Peyton, saying he’d call for us.
My thin halter style dress had a deep V and was backless, hitting just below the full-on slutty spectrum. My hair was twisted in a chic bun and I’d skipped wearing underwear.
Even after being fucked all day I still wanted more.
“What are you looking for?” Melody yelled above the music, adjusting her purple bandage dress to plump up her cleavage.
“My usual,” I yelled back, grinning around the salted rim of my margarita in reference to Mateo.
She laughed and went back to scouting.
“What about you?”
“Someone’s daddy,” she responded, downing her drink in one go.
“You two are a terrible influence. Come dance with me.” Peyton took our empty glasses, sat them down, then began pulling us to the lower level where the less crowded dance floor was. Between drinking, dancing, and a group bathroom trip or two, time flew. I was well on my way to tipsy, cursing my iron tolerance for the delay.
It was when we were on our way back to our table for a break that a hostess intervened.
“Miss Rias, I need you and your friends to come with me, please.” Without waiting for our response, the woman spun on her heel and began walking away.
We shared a look.
“Miss Rias.” Her sharp tone reached back to me over the music when I had yet to move.
The woman sashayed her way to a black elevator for employees only. She inserted a silver key and the doors engaged. We stepped in, and she hit the button for floor four.
“We look badass,” Melody giggled, much more inebriated than me, gesturing to our reflection in the four mirrored walls.
The doors slid open to a dimly –lit empty hall with shiny marble flooring and potted trees wrapped in diamond lighting. There was a wide golden staircase at the end, with two large tinted glass doors. Without a word, the woman stepped out and followed.
“Do you think this is what the walk to Heaven is like?” Peyton joked.
“No, the hostess sucks,” I said, making him laugh.
A brown brow quirked as the woman looked back at me with the same expression of disdain she’d had since coming to get me.
