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Marcus Ross, another good friend, stood, greeting me the same way. I met Dean, Dre, and Marcus while filming my first horror movie,Just Ignore Them; the movie they used a body double for my ass, leaving me bitter every time I saw the film. We’d all become fairly close friends and were excited when we found out the four of us would reunite for the current film we were about to finish.
Random cameras flashed in our direction, and the crowd looked on, watching our exchange. After making my rounds to the rest of our friends, they sat. Just as I was about to take a seat, a waitress approached me, sliding a drink into my hand. The corners of my lips twisted up as I studied the glowing blue beverage. I swirled the liquid before offering a flirtatious smile.
“Grey Goose, Curaçao, Monster, splash of lime, on the rocks?” She proudly confirmed what I’d always ordered. “Did I get it right, handsome?”
Nodding, I took a sip. “You did. It’s been a while.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. “What time are you—”
“You coming, babe?” I felt a tap on my shoulder, interrupting my question to the pretty waitress with jet black hair, braided into two pigtails.
I glared at Simone, taking a sip of my drink. Nodding, I returned my attention to the waitress, winking. Simone laced her fingers in mine, tugging me over to the sectional couch. It curved around two illuminated red rectangular glass tables, with gold buckets of alcohol and mixers arranged in the center.
Leaning close to her face, I snarled. “Do not evercall mebabeagain!”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. “I was just trying to save you from her, but I’m sorry.”
“Glad you understand.” Flickering my annoyed gaze, I sat back, chugging my drink before taking a liquor bottle in each hand.
“Oh shit!” Dean shouted with a wide grin plastered on his face. “Chance is mixing drinks now! He’s back!”
“On that note, we’re ‘bout to get fucked up!” Marcus clanked his glass on Dean’s and Dre’s before chugging the rest of his own. He slammed the empty lowball glass on the table where I was pouring our group a brutally potent concoction of alcohol.
Hours later, three or four of us were more drunk than others. Standing with confidence, I summoned the attention of my friends, tapping the side of my drink with a mixer spoon. Holding my beverage in the air, I attempted to shout above the music, preparing to toast my permanent return to California.Fuck Boston. Making eye contact with Dean, an evil grin inched onto my lips before my mouth snapped closed.
I caught someone familiar in the crowd, among the bursts of lights and camera flashes pointed at me. Turning away, I let the spoon fall to the table with a clank before making my way through the VIP. A soft, warm hand grazed my fingers.
“Where are you going?” I heard a voice shout in my ear.
Ignoring Simone, I pushed my way through the people looking for the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Amber. I scanned the crowd, but didn’t see her, realizing I’d only been imagining her face once again. Ever since I left, visions of her appeared, but I shook them off, attempting to erase my mind of the stubbornness and pain I was fighting.
Soon, I was jolted back to reality when people grabbed me while I stood in a trance in the middle of the dance floor. I was without security tonight, so I was more vulnerable in crowds, but I didn’t give a shit.
Squinting up at our star-studded area, I saw Dean waving his hands in the air, summoning my attention. When he realized he had caught my gaze, he threw his arms to the side. I shrugged just as a beautiful woman snaked her arms around my waist before locking her fingers behind my neck.
My eyes met hers in uncertainty. Her long, blonde hair, tousled from a night of dancing, cascaded down her body. She peered at me with desire. Grabbing her wrists, I peeled her away. I glared into her almond-shaped eyes. She didn’t seem to mind being handled roughly. She rolled her tongue over her bottom lip in delight. Gradually, she rubbed her pussy on my thigh. Smirking, I shook my head, easing my grip.
I missed Amber, but the mental anguish of our breakup was causing me to come unhinged. It was almost too much to handle. At the moment, I would do anything to rid myself of the nightmare my heart was living in. Averting my gaze to Dean, I held my glass in the air, grinning. Bowing his head once, a crooked smirk resting on his lips, he lifted his glass in return before we gulped the rest of our drinks together from a distance. I then handed it off to a passing employee as she sashayed by with a tray.
Gripping the hips of the strange female, I examined her hungry, gawking stare as I reluctantly moved with her body. Squeezing her eyes closed, she stood on her toes, puckering her lips. My eyes expanded at her. Without missing a beat, I spun her around, pulling her back against me. No way in hell was I going to have photos taken of me kissing a random person in the club, though I had to admit the alcohol was causing my judgment to suffer.
Running my hands down her hourglass frame, I subtly pushed the limits. A kiss would’ve been too obvious. Stealthily sliding my hand into the elastic of her skirt, I stroked her soft skin as I moved my fingers back and forth on her tight abdomen.
A vibration erupted in my pocket. I retracted my hand, reaching down, sliding my phone from my pants.Jenna. Fuck!It was as if she could sense I was straying further. Taking a deep breath, I swiped the screen, declining her call, knowing she would lecture me about it later. I should’ve allowed it naturally to go to voicemail. In her opinion, declining a call of any type was a direct insult.
The girl and I continued to move in unison before she swiveled around to face me again. I took a small step back, bracing for another attempted kiss. A second woman approached with a sultry smile, wrapping her arms around the blonde in a tight hug. She was slightly taller than her friend, but her hair was a stylish short, black bob that framed her round face. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way her dress hugged her toned physique. She must’ve been a model, but I’d never seen her before.
They swayed, pressing themselves on one another. I felt a slight stir in my pants. Turning to me, they both explored my biceps and every ripple of my stomach muscles with their fingernails. One traced my intricate sleeve tattoo with her nail. The other kissed my neck. Taking turns making them feel wanted, I reluctantly allowed myself to let go for once, not caring about anyone around me.
“Do you want to join us, sexy?”
Without thinking, and not knowing which of them had asked, I grinned. “Why don’t you two join my friends and me instead?”
It was at that moment; I realized I messed up, but for now, I was going to ignore my guilt and live in the moment. This wasn’t Boston. It was West Hollywood andmyfriends. The moment could’ve been a new start for me. The girls exchanged a playful glance before nodding, hooking their arms on each side of mine. I escorted them through the crowd, past the VIP bouncer. As we neared the sofa, all eyes were on us, and some of them didn’t appear to be happy.
“What the hell, man?” Marcus curled his lip in disgust, his deep brown eyes glaring angrily at me.
Marcus was always quick to judge others. He was from a very private, prominent family who didn’t like outsiders too much. His father had directed many movies and his mother was a makeup artist. He’d taken the longest to warm up when we met. It only took a few days, but he asked me many questions before deciding if we would become friends.
“I’m sure there’s more than enough room,” Dean leaned forward, winking at the girls. “And if not, they can both sit on my lap.”
