**Michelle **
Evelyn drove into the the club driveway, found a spot to park the car, and turned off the engine. We carried our bags and existed the car, with her locking it. It was crowded as people lined up to enter. Nightshade club, which was the name of the club was hung up, the lights illuminating it further.
I made to join the queue, but Evelyn pulled me with her. The bouncer seeing her smiled at her, and she returned it, hers charming and sexy. He was handsome, but huge, his body practically muscles. He was good looking, but not my type. Someone like Vincent was. I was mortified at my thought. The bouncer let us through, ignoring the protests of others.
“What was that?” I asked, with an eyebrow raised as we entered into the club room. The music was loud with a fair amount of people in the room. It wasn’t too overcrowded, and I was okay with that.
“He is……” the loud music drowned out the rest of the words she uttered. The music changed, and almost everyone screamed loudly, singing and dancing along to it. I cringed. Everything was too loud. Evelyn held my hand tight, pushing through the crowd which seemed to stay rooted to a spot till we got to the bar.
“I am never going this again,” I said as we sat on the stool. Evelyn laughed, clearly amused at my situation.
“You are going to enjoy this, relax. Let me order for drinks,” she said, moving to the bartender. I looked around the club, people enjoying, dancing and laughing like they got nothing to worry about.
I felt eyes on me, and shifted nervously on my seat, hoping Evelyn would be done faster. A guy approached me, smirking. He was attractive, but his smirk said other wise.
“Hey, beautiful. Can I get you a drink?” He said lowly, trying to sound sexy as his eyes raked over my body seductively, but it made my skin crawl.
“No. I’m good,” I answered, my tone one of disinterest which was clear, but he clearly didn’t take the hint. He moved closer, and placed his hand on my thigh. I squirmed, trying to get it off me.
“Leave me alone,” I shouted, looking around for someone to come to my rescue. His hands tightened on my thigh, roaming dangerously upward as I struggled with his hands.
“I believed the lady asked you to leave her? Get away from her before you regret this,” I heard a voice which sounded familiar. A figure came into view, and I was surprised.
“Martin? What are you doing here?” I asked, moving from the stool to meet him, but I was glad he was here.
“I should ask you that, Michelle. What are you doing on a place like this? This isn’t a place for someone like you,” he scolded. I glared at him.
“Someone like me? As how?” I asked, almost angrily.
“Woah! Sorry about that, but I didn’t mean it that way,” he apologized.
“Michelle,” a voice called out. It was Liam.
“Liam, what are you doing here? I asked surprised to see him. Does this mean Vincent is here. No. I didn’t think so, as he doesn’t have time for this.
“I think that question should be directed at you, young lady. This isn’t a place for you to be.” I glared at him too. Why are they saying this?
“Come here!” He pulled me with him, not giving me the chance to protest, and ignoring Martin’s protests struggled to keep up with his pace, before he stopped suddenly, making me crash into his back. He moved away slowly, and my eyes widened as it took in the sight before it.
“Vincent?” I muttered. His eyes raked over my body, and it darkened in anger as he stared at my cloth. I stared at him too, noticing his injuries were healing nicely. I suddenly remembered what transpired between us and blushed hard.
“What the f**k are you wearing?” He asked angrily, snapping me back to the present. I stared at my cloth and up back at him, not seeing anything wrong with it as I had already adjusted to it on my body.
“Cloth?” I answered dumbly, not understanding why he was angry.
“I can f**king see it’s a cloth, Michelle. Why are you wearing something like this, and what are you even doing here. This isn’t something you can do. Who brought you here?” He questioned angrily like I was getting in his last nerve. He was behaving like he was my father. Scratch that, like he was my boyfriend.
I felt like a kid caught stealing cookies from the jar. I refused to answer, not wanting to rat out Evelyn.
“Answer me, Michelle. Who did you come with?” He asked again.
“I don’t have to answer to you,” I said, my voice weak. Just before he could talk, I was pulled into a hug.
“Thank goodness. You made me panic. Let’s go,” she pulled me with her, but I refused to move.
“What’s wrong with….” The words got stuck in her throat as she saw Vincent who glared at her. Her hands holding me trembled, and I felt bad for her. I glared at Vincent who raised an eyebrow at me.
“B…boss,” she stammered, staying rooted to her spot too as Vincent stared down at us.
“This is a good play. Let me go popcorn,” Liam laughed, walking towards us. He placed his arm around Evelyn, and pulled her away from me. “Let’s go get popcorn?” Evelyn nodded at him hurriedly, and they walked away, leaving me behind. I made a step to follow, but Vincent next words stopped me in my tracks.
“Where do you think you are going to, Michelle?” I didn’t know how he got so close to me, but I can feel heat his body was emitting, and I could smell his cologne.
“I…I..” I stammered, not knowing what to say as I was affected by him being so close. He pulled me to face him.
“Let me take you home.”