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“I think you might know our friend, Mase Stirling,” Shae says with envious confidence. “The billionaire baseball player, who might just be your boss, because he might own this place. Does he own it?” she mouths over her shoulder.
“I have no idea,” I say.
“We should be on the list,” Shae continues.
“Names?”
And it works. I have no idea if Mase owns this nightclub as well, but he worked his magic and got us on a mysterious list that has the bouncer grudgingly ushering us inside.
“I really love this guy,” Rachel cries gleefully as we head in.
So do I.
Wait. What?
The Cave is as dark and moody as Bubbles was bright and bubbly. I fit in with my all-black attire, but I feel more in a Bubbles mood as Rachel leads the way to the bar. I’m happy and light, floating like I felt heading back from Mase’s room.
For an entirely different reason.
Or is it?
I thought it was the sex—the toe-curling, earth-shaking, stuff-you-read-about-in novels-and-mark-the-pages sex—that made me drift along the hall, two inches off the gold carpet, but maybe it was Mase.
Maybe it was because I’ve fallen for him. Fallen inlovewith him.
Bexley tugs on my hand. “You look so happy,” she says, leaning in so I can hear her over the bass line that thrums through me.
“I am happy,” I cry over the music. “Happy for you.”Happy for me.“Champagne all around,” I tell the bartender, gesturing to the others. “I got a taste of it last night.”
“Looks like you got a taste of something else,” Chrissa mutters in my other ear.
I turn and give her a wink.
Am I really in love with Mase? I can’t be sure until I see him, but I can’t stop smiling at the thought.
I’ve read books; I’ve seen movies where the main characters fall at first sight. I believe in it, but I’ve never believed it could happen to me. Technically, it hasn’t, since honestly, I didn’t think much of Mase at first. Now…
This isn’t love at first sight, but rather love in some fast-forward warp speed.
If itislove.
I think it might be.
I give Bexley a spontaneous hug, and she laughs.
This place isn’t Bubbles, and I’m not Mase, so instead of a bottle, we each get a glass of sparkling wine. I gather everyone—Demi, Biba, Chrissa, Shae, Rachel, and Bexley, and raise my glass. “To Bexley,” I say loudly. “Who has found her happily ever after.”
Bexley clinks her glass against my mine. “Here’s hoping you all have found yours or will soon.”
“Maybe tonight,” Rachel adds, smiling at Demi.
“Definitely for some,” Chrissa says with a smirk.
“Let’s dance,” Biba orders. It’s so unlike Biba, that Rachel jumps.
“Biba wants to dance.” She points to the throng of dancers, that, for once, don’t produce a knot in my stomach. “To the floor!”
“Dance, dance, dance,” Demi chants. Holding her glass aloft, she links her arm with mine and we lead the way.
