I’ve got this.
Chapter 7
Myssa
The anxiety rolls through me as I get closer to the club. Knowing Vix and Knox will be there gives me some comfort. Worst-case scenario, I only have one drink and take off. I mean, at least I tried, right?
The front of the club comes into view as I round the corner. The three-story building stands out with its dark brick and tinted windows. The copper design with the Frequency logo stretches across the front, the lights from oncoming traffic highlighting its intricate detail. As I walk closer to the front, I notice the line of people stretching blocks from the front door.
I’m about to cross to the entrance when familiar steel sapphire eyes catch my own. The sarcastic smirk, although quick, is unmistakable, and I can’t help but chuckle a little to myself. I wait for the cars to pass by and head toward him.
Knox, my best friend, now stands with his arms crossed, trying to look serious. I just shake my head knowing the sarcastic playful side that hides underneath. Ever playing the part to intimidate the line and have the ladies swooning. He’s is good looking, don’t get me wrong. His menacing tall frame is clad in black, from head to toe. His blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Tattoos peek out from his neckline, trailing down to his hands,adding to his menacing presence. As he turns, I notice his earpiece, and he puts a finger to it as if he’s listening to someone relaying something to him. The two men next to him check IDs with flashlights as patrons attempt to gain entrance.
“Can I help you, miss?” he asks sternly. I roll my eyes, but he doesn’t break character.
“I’m on the list,” I say, trying to match his energy.
“Name.” He leans over one of the bouncer’s iPad, pretending to look.
“Myssa Conner.”
As his counterpart starts to check, and I almost forget I know him and start worrying I’m not on the list. I raise an eyebrow at him and give him awhat-the-fucklook. He breaks character with a wide grin.
“I’m sorry. I can’t pretend anymore. Hello, beautiful,” Knox says playfully, opening his arms to hug me.
I slap his bicep. “Jerk.”
“How are you? I’ve missed you. It's been a minute.” I say retuning his hug and sinking into his familiarity.
He slings an arm around my neck and starts to walk me towards the door. “Yeah, well, you know me. Work, work, work, keeps Knoxy boy out of trouble.”
I laugh. “Ain’t that the fucking truth.”
“Have you been hitting the gym lately? You look a little more in shape than the last time I saw you,” I tease.
Of course, he gives me a little side flex to show off.
“Oh, you likey, huh?” He lets out a sassy sigh, waggling his eyebrows at me.
I pretend to silent vomit and just shake my head.
“I said a little more in shape. Take it easy there, sparky, let’s not get carried away.”
“Hey now, the chicks dig em,” He pouts.
And as if on cue, a few girls agree loud enough for us to hear from the line. I roll my eyes and laugh caustically. “Well, I see that ego of yours hasn’t changed.”
“Me? Ego? Not at all…” He lets the sarcasm trail off, puffing out his pecks at me and sucking in a breath.
I smack him in the stomach, and he deflates quickly, rubbing his abs. “Hey! That wasn’t very nice. Don’t embarrass me in front of the ladies, Myssa.” He points at the women in line as they giggle.
“Knox, you are such a man whore,” I scoff at him.
“I’m glad you came, Myssa. Come in; let me give you the grand tour.” He holds out his arm for me to take.
I rest my fingertips on his forearm, ignoring how the women behind me pout, assuming he’s picked me over them. “Don’t mind if I do, kind sir. Lead the way.”
Stepping through the threshold of the entryway, the pull in my chest that I’ve felt over the last few days is amplified. It’s as if a switch has been flipped within me. Adrenaline rushes through me, causing my heart rate to spike, and dizziness stops me in my tracks. I try to get my bearings and calm myself. After a beat, it starts to subside back to the small tug it once was.
