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“Right around the corner. I’ve never seen you here before tonight,” I respond.
I don’t know if it’s because I pull my hair away from my face, but this time he looks at me, almost leaving me weak in the knees as I struggle to decide where to look—back at him, or just over his shoulders.
“So, you’re a regular here?”
“Oh,” I stutter, “only recently.”
He nods and looks away, and I can barely tell if the gesture is a sign of disapproval or indifference.
But I’m hell bent on getting to know him, the man who changed my night up there and made me a little hopeful.
“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” I dare to ask. “We could go get a drink somewhere quiet.”
“Whoa, whoa. Slow your horses now, ma’am,” he says and lets out a short laugh. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression but I don’t do those.”
His response sets me off, and I immediately realize how bad I may have come off.
“You’re getting me wrong,” I reply in my defense. “I really just want to talk and get to know you, that’s all.”
He scoffs. “What if I tell you I already have company, huh?” He takes a few steps back. “Girls, I think this is our cue to leave. Come on now.”
To my surprise, the two blonde girls drinking behind him abandon their glasses, pick up their purses, and settle into his arms.
“See you around,” he whispers as they walk past me.
I stand there, punching my inner self for making a move.
He could have just said no politely. There was no need to be such a drama queen about it. Just like that, my night is ruined again, and by the same person I swore was an angel.
I look around to be sure no one saw that and then head back to the bar.
“Water, please.”
I need to be sober to process this and make sure it never happens again.
My once budding attraction to this awful stranger has come to a quick end. At this point, it’s safe to say I always have the wrong discernment when it comes to men.
I take the glass of water from the barman and finish it in one gulp.
Chapter two
JAYDEN
Icatch myself smiling as I walk out of the club, both girls clutching my arms as they exchange jokes and laugh.
It felt good to mess around with the strange woman back there.
Women.
They’re so easy to please. Show up like Batman in their moments of weakness and they’re drooling and falling all over you.
“Where’s your car?” the skinnier girl on my left arm asks. Judging by the way they’re both grabbing onto me and staggering a bit, it’s kind of obvious that both girls are tipsy.
“Right over there.” I point to my yellow Ferrari parked exactly where I left it earlier, but something is off.
The girls let go of my arms and sprint to the car.
“Oh, so you’re rich, rich?” the taller one says in a flirty tone.
