Chapter 4: He’s Your Brother?

Camilla Cortes’ POV

“Are you absolutely sure that we’ll get in?”

“Yeah, Nate said not to worry about it.”

“Nate?” she questioned me. “Is that the guy you met?”

“That’s him,” I replied just as I slipped on my dress.

“How do I look?” she asked as she twirled around for me to inspect her.

She was wearing a dark blue bodycon dress which fit her like a glove and showed her curves in all the right places. She also had on three-inch black strappy heels, which complemented her outfit well. She did her hair in some beautiful loose curls that framed her face perfectly. She had on light makeup with a winged eyeliner which drew attention to her beautiful blue eyes. Her lips were coated in some pale pink liquid lipstick, and she completed her look with a black purse.

“You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” she replied, “and you, my sexy little Spanish friend, look smoking hot.”

I beamed at her compliment as I ran my hands through my hair separating the curls. I was wearing a black bodycon dress with a sheer material at the back of it. My heels were also three inches long and were bright red to compliment my bright red lipstick, which I paired with a smoky eye look. I had a red Gucci purse, one of the only name brands I owned, which was actually a gift from my brother who lives in Spain.

Grabbing my purse, I turned to face Alex, “you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

With that, we got our belongings, ensuring that we both had our phones and cab fare. We had called an uber beforehand, which was now waiting outside to take us. We locked up the apartment and quickly made our way out. We climbed into our uber, and we were off. It was about 15 minutes away, and we sang to each other on the way there. We received weird looks from the driver and people on the street. We didn’t mind, though. We knew we looked absolutely crazy and had accepted that fact long ago. It’s in our nature to be this ridiculous, and we loved it. We pulled up at the corner of the street and were about a foot away from the club. Alex and I gasped in awe when we saw the long line to enter the building. Alex paid the driver, and we got out of the uber. I held Alex’s hand and pulled her along with me to join the line.

“We better get in,” Alex pouted as she stared at the line.

“Let me just call Nate and see if he’s already here.”

She sighed, “Okay.”

I opened my purse and began rummaging through it in search of my phone. A grin made its way on my face when I found it. I unlocked it quickly and searched for Nate’s contact. I swiped across the screen to initiate the call and waited until the dial tone went through. It rang for about 3 seconds until he picked him.

“Hello?”

“Hey Nate, it’s Camilla, the girl you met at the supermarket today.”

“Camilla! Hey, what’s up?”

“Well, my friend and I are outside Club Electric…”

“You are? Great I’ll be right there, head to the front of the line.”

I stared at the phone blankly as I realized that he hung up on me. Well, that went well. I walked over to Alex and placed my phone back into my bag.

“What did he say?” she asked as soon as I was close to her.

“He said we should go to the front of the line.”

“Great! Let’s go,” she squealed, pulling me along.

Needless to say, she was overly excited. She’s always wanted to go to Club Electric, but it was always jampacked. The line was always exceptionally long, so we’d normally go to a different club. I’m happy that I somehow managed to make this happen for her, even though Nate deserved all the credit.

We walked to the front of the line, which was blocked by two bouncers and a velvet rope. I couldn’t help but listen to the cries of protest from the people in the line. They yelled at us to go to the back, asked who we thought we were trying to cut in line, while others mumbled under their breath. Alex didn’t give them the time of day and marched straight to the front with her head held high. By the time we were at the front, the bouncer had let someone inside and had just closed the velvet rope.

I smiled nervously at them when they looked in our direction.

“Did you just cut in front of all these people?” he asked coldly.

“W-w-well, you see,” I stammered, trying to make a coherent sentence.

“Nate said we could,” Alex piped up for me.

We bouncers exchanged looks before facing us again. I smiled as I tried miserably to hide my nervousness.

“Is that so?” the taller bouncer asked menacingly.

“So it is,” a husky male voice spoke from behind the bouncers.

They moved to reveal Nate, who looked impeccable in a white suit with a blue tie. I looked at Alex to find her gaping at Nate. Her eyes trailed him, shamelessly checking him out. I turned to face Nate, who was staring right back at Alex. I guess I was right. They do like each other.

“They’re with me,” he spoke softly, extending a hand to Alex.

I grinned when I saw this. They looked so cute together. Alex looked at me as if asking for permission, but she didn’t have to since I really had no romantic notions for Nate, especially after the way they just looked at each other. I nodded, and she grabbed Nate's hand, letting him pull her inside the club. I followed behind them quietly as Nate led us to what I believed was the VIP section. He showed us to our seats and excused himself to get us some drinks and find his brother. I smirked when I saw how his gaze lingered on Alex.

As soon as he was gone, I turned to face Alex, who was already full-on blushing. I had to shout a little for her to hear me over the music.

“So…. is it safe to say you guys are hitting it off?”

She grinned. “I don’t know. It’s weird. We just met, but I feel a connection to him.”

“That’s awesome.” I really felt happy for her. “I’m glad I brought you along.”

“Ahem,” we turned to face Nate, who had just placed our order on the table.

I froze when I saw who was standing right beside Nate, looking handsome in an all-black suit.

“Ladies, this is my older brother, Luke Williams.”