Chapter 86 Eighty Six
Maya grinned and held out her hand. “Gimme your phone.”
Izzy frowned. “Why?”
“Just give it to me,” Maya said firmly.
Izzy hesitated a moment but obeyed, handing it over.
Maya swiped through the contacts and found Adrian’s number. “Got it,” she said, turning the phone toward her.
Izzy watched nervously as Maya typed a message:
“Hey, it’s been a while… I know it’s weird and sudden, but would you like to hang out?”
Izzy’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, Maya! What have you done? He’s going to think I’m crazy!”
Maya rolled her eyes, calm as ever. “Shut up. Just wait.”
Almost immediately, Izzy’s phone buzzed. She snatched it up and read:
“Hey beautiful… It’s been a while. I don’t think it’s weird at all. I’d definitely love to hang out. Just text me the address.”
Maya clapped her hands excitedly. “Perfect! Now, let me send him the club’s address: Velvet Nights, 142 East Main Street. He’ll know exactly where to find us.”
Then she turned back to Izzy, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, let’s get you ready for tonight. We’re going clubbing, and you’re going to look absolutely irresistible.”
Izzy hesitated, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “I… I don’t know if I should… I mean, with what’s going on with Dominic… ”
Maya cut her off sharply, leaning in, her voice low but fierce. “Do you want to spend the whole day crying and sucking over a man who doesn’t give a fuck about you or would you rather be sucking a new dick?”
Izzy’s throat tightened, and she shook her head, biting her lip.
Maya’s eyes softened slightly, but her tone stayed firm. “Then stop wasting time feeling sorry for yourself. Tonight isn’t about him. It’s about you. You’re going to walk in there, look like a goddess, and let Dominic realize what he’s been missing. You’re not his backup. You’re not his toy. You’re Isabella fucking Harta queen.”
Izzy swallowed hard, the weight of Maya’s words settling over her. A shiver ran through her… not from fear, but from the fire Maya had lit in her. She nodded slowly, finally letting herself take a deep breath.
“Alright…” she whispered, voice shaky but determined. “Let’s do this.”
Maya smiled wickedly. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s make sure tonight, Adrian—and every other guy… won’t be able to take their eyes off you.”
Izzy followed Maya into her bedroom, her heart pounding with a little mix of nerves and excitement.
Maya opened her closet and began rifling through clothes. “Okay, first things first… we need you looking irresistible. Not too much, not too little,… ‘don’t mess with me … something that screaming hot, diva.”
Izzy hesitated, glancing down at her casual weekend outfit. “I… I don’t know if I can pull that off.”
Maya smirked. “Honey, trust me, you were made for this. Now, skirts, heels, something that shows off that body, but leaves a little to the imagination. And makeup… We’ll go bold but classy. You’ll be turning heads without even trying.”
Izzy took a shaky breath, letting Maya drag her into the transformation. As Maya applied makeup, styled her hair, and helped her into a short, figure-hugging black dress, Izzy felt her confidence slowly building. The nervousness didn’t vanish, but it was now tinged with excitement, a thrill at the idea of stepping out on her own terms.
Maya held up a pair of stiletto heels. “These. Trust me, you walk in these, and Adrian won’t know what hit him.”
Izzy slipped them on, wobbling slightly at first, but Maya steadied her with a hand on her back. “Perfect. Now… look at yourself.”
Izzy turned slowly, taking in the reflection. The girl in the mirror… bold, confident, sexy as fuck in a way she had never let herself be before… made her chest swell.
Maya grinned, giving her a final nod. “You’re ready. Phone’s ready, cab’s waiting, and tonight… tonight, you own the night. Got it?”
Izzy nodded, a mix of fear and excitement bubbling in her stomach. “I got it.”
Maya grabbed the keys and gestured to the door. “Then let’s go. Let’s show Mr asshole what happens when he plays with the wrong girl.”
With that, Izzy followed Maya out, the city lights reflecting in her eyes, her heart racing… not with fear this time, but anticipation. Tonight wasn’t about Dominic. Tonight was about her. And she was about to choose herself.
Izzy sank into the cab beside Maya, her legs crossed and her hands nervously twisting the hem of her dress. The city whizzed by outside, neon lights painting the car in streaks of red and blue. She kept stealing glances at her phone, almost expecting Dominic to text, but there was nothing… no messages, no missed calls, nothing.
“What an ass.” She muttered
Maya nudged her shoulder. “Relax, Izzy. You’re not going to die. Tonight’s about having fun and reminding yourself that you are the prize.”
Izzy nodded, trying to take a deep breath. “I know, I know… It's just… my mind can’t help but wander even if I don’t want to .. think about him.. I.. I can’t help it” Her voice dropped to a whisper.
Maya rolled her eyes. “Then let’s give him a reason to regret it. You’re not sitting around crying over that bastard.. we are filling script around.”
The cab pulled up to the entrance of Velvet Nights, the bass from inside shaking the pavement. The neon sign cast a pink glow over the doorway, and a line of people waited to get in. Bouncers checked IDs and let in those with VIP access. Maya flashed her confidence and the girls slipped past the rope, heading straight into the thumping heart of the club.
Inside, the lights were low, the music loud, and the air electric with energy. Colorful strobes danced over the crowd as bodies moved rhythmically to the bass. The scent of perfume, cologne, and alcohol hung heavy. Izzy felt her nerves spike, but also a spark of excitement.
“Tonight.. no Dominic just me.”