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This was supposed to be a fun night away from the stresses of work, and here at the club with us now, is the biggest stress of my job, and is our only way in.
No, you know what? It’s my damned birthday, and nothing is going to spoil that for me, not even Brady Thomas, the selfish jock boy himself.
Although, heisletting Liam and I stay with him, so I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on the guy. Liam seems to really like him too, which kills me. I want to hate the guy, and I do, but at the same time, he’s Liam’s dad. Not that he knows that, but still.
Ugh, no, this is my birthday. I’m not going to worry about that stuff tonight; I’m going to have fun.
We make our way to the front of the line—earning a few dirty glances from other people waiting in the process—and I introduce Alex and the girls to Brady and the other guys from the team that he’s with.
“What brings you ladies here tonight?” He asks, looking me over with a smile.
I can feel the heat in my cheeks and I blush under his gaze, nervous laughter escaping my lips as Alex takes charge and responds.
“Well,” she croons, “It’s Izzie here’s birthday tonight, and we wanted to celebrate.”
Brady turns to me and grins, raising his brows.
“It’s your birthday? Well, we can’t have you spending it with the local riff raff, can we?”
Before I can reply he chuckles and a security guard ushers us in past the bouncer.
We head inside, and I’m instantly confused because instead of leading us into the main area of the club, we’re taken up a flight of stairs and into a separate area that’s roped off, another staff member letting us through as we go.
I look around the room that we’re led into and it’s stunning. Large, spacious, and it has several leather couches, as well as a private bar and a crazy view of the rest of the club.
I turn to Brady and he smirks at me as I glance around in awe.
“Happy birthday, Izzie. Welcome to the VIP room.”
He sits down on one of the couches and starts making an order, and I can feel the corners of my lips turning upwards into a smile, as much as I fight it.
A private VIP room and our own bartender on my birthday? Maybe running into Brady wasn’t so bad, after all.
