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Thepolice report and a search warrant forSean’shouse also came up empty.Themoney and items were never recovered, and my relationship with my family was ultimately frayed.Thedisapproving looks from my family hadn’t dispersed—admittedly, they were well-deserved—andIdecided it was time to move out.Thejingles paid me enough to rent an apartment, butIwanted to wait until afterMilan’swedding.
Ishouldn’t have bothered.Noone had forgiven me, nor would they any time soon.Atatted-upDJlike the one searching for me would break the camel’s back.Hewas every parent’s worst nightmare.
Jordannodded at the man across the room. “Yourparents will never speak to you again if they find out you’ve got the hots for anotherDJ.Foronce,Iagree with them.Ifyou bring around one more of these guys,I’mout, too,Piya.”Shethrew her hands up. “Igive up.”
Mytrack record must be worse than expected if even my overtly supportive best friend was giving me an ultimatum.
Myspine straightened. “Hellwould have to freeze over beforeIdate one more man like him.I’mdone after this weekend.Ipromise.OnMondaymorning, you’ll meet a newPiya.”
“Good.”Jordansighed in relief. “Now, can we please be done with this stupid convo and hit the dance floor?Thereception’s almost over.”
Iwaved my empty flute in the air and saidIneeded another drink.Jordanshrugged and returned to the dance floor.Reachingbehind the bar while the server was busy,Igrabbed a champagne bottle.Ididn’t plan on following her to the dance floor.ThepeopleIloved needed space from me, and the best thingIcould do tonight was to make my presence scarce.Itwas best ifIleft and got started on my promise toJordanandDadi.Jordan’sintervention worked.Thisweekend was my last act beforeIturned a new leaf, and it was time to get started on my list.
Steala bottle of liquor from a bar
Shotguna beer
Crasha party
Goto a strip club
Danceon a table in front of a roomful of strangers
Watcha live sex show
Composeyour raunchiest song
Goto an adult movie theater
Havea one-night stand
Splurgeon an expensive and irresponsible gift for yourself
“Didn’ttake you for a champagne drinker,” a deep voice murmured behind me.
Mypen suspended from furiously scribbling on the tiny notebook.AlthoughIhadn’t heard theDJ’svoice before, there was an unshakeable feeling that the voice belonged to him.
“What’swrong with champagne?”Iasked without turning, setting the bottle of champagneIhad been chugging next to me.
Afterleaving the reception,Ireturned to the house and changed out of my clothes.Theall-night-long afterparty was to be held there, whichIwouldn’t be joining.Myparents were right; it wasMilan’sweekend.Currently, just the sight of me was pissing him off.Myattendance at the afterparty would further incite his anger.Therewas nothingIcould do to rectify the situation, and it was best ifIleft to salvage whatever was left of his wedding weekend.
Instead,Icould use the weekend for the adventureIhad been planning.
Ichanged into a bright pink cami carefully tucked inside a pair of black leather leggings.Ikept on the sparkling heels because of my personal motto;a pop of sparkle never hurt anyone.AminiPradabackpack completed the cute, yet slightly edgy, look.Itwas also perfect for carrying the notebook and some essentials.
Ihad been sitting on a bench outside ofChateauat theHempsteadfor the last ten minutes, waiting for my cab.WhileIwaited,Icurated a list for my last hoorah under a dimly lit streetlight.ThethingsIwanted to accomplish this weekend weren’t too raunchy.Sexualfetishes held no appeal for me, nor did drugs or violence.Tobe honest, my biggest folly was loving the wrong type of men.ThisDJjust so happened to be a blaring reflection of everythingIvowed to avoid.
Alarge frame took the seat next to me on the bench.Ikept my gaze forward and only watched him out of my peripheral. “Youseem too interesting for a single-pour drink.”Therewas no sarcasm laced in his voice.
“IfI’mso interesting, why did you smile whenIfell?”Iretorted.
“Ididn’t smile,” his voice carried amusement.
Myjaw dropped at the blatant lie. “Yes, you did,”Isaid stubbornly, turning to face him and immediately wishingIhadn’t.
Fromup close, he was broader thanI’dexpected, andItilted my head back to inspect his pitch-black eyes.Theywere so deep that they resembled a dark liquid pool you could dive into and disappear.Nota glint of human emotion flickered in them.Iwas convinced he could watch someone die without a morsel of empathy.
Theimperious gaze returned my stare with a similar intensity.Hisimpassive nature wasn’t welcoming, butIrefused to blink away first.
