Page 10 of Falling for A Lie
My eyes catch onto one of the gentlemen exiting the car, and my breath seems to be lodged in my throat at the sight. The only thought that seems to register in my brain is 'Fuck they'rehot.'
I dust my hands on my black ripped jeans, absently adjusting the leather halter top that hugs my ribs and pushes my breasts up. I wore it for Jace, seeing as it’s his favorite, but after how he reacted to the news tonight he can go suck a dick. I deserve a drink and maybe some dancing, depending on how the alcohol hits me. Tonight's been a cluster fuck, and I need to shake it off.
I pull out my phone, open DoorDash, and quickly order Lena's favorite chicken sandwich from Little Chick. Once the order is confirmed, I text Lena.
"Grabbing a drink or two, then heading home. Your food should arrive within 15 minutes."
The heavy metal door groans under my fingertips as I push into it, stepping into the neon-lit dance club as the music vibrates my bones making my teeth chatter. The mysterious man and his friends aren't in sight, and maybe that's a good thing. Even though I'm upset with Jace, I wouldn't want to put myself in a position to jeopardize my engagement or relationship in general.
But if I'm being honest, I'm not sure I even want that anymore, something that future me will have to deal with because present me has had enough of decision-making today. I just want to enjoy my night and forget everything.
As I move through the rowdy crowd a man tries to grind on me, but I just ignore his advances and continue forward towards the surprisingly uncrowded bar. The bartender's lippiercing glistens in the black light along with his teeth as he flashes an unwavering smile. "How are you, pretty lady? What can I get you tonight?” His voice, not matching his face, makes me crack a half smile, masking the small chuckle that slips."Jack and coke, please?" I slide onto the round bar stool and it squeaks slightly under my weight. Out of the corner of my eye, one of the men from the car steps up beside me, the scent of mahogany and vanilla aftershave fills my senses and my breath shudders ever so slightly at the perfect mix.
"Make that two," his long fingers hold up the number, as a blood-red diamond ring glistens, shining little red specs across his tanned complexion. His sage green eyes are hooded as he moves them up and down my body not caring how obvious he is.
Fuck me sideways, why did he have to come up beside me.
The bartender slides my drink to me, a flirtatious smile playing at the corner of his lips. He slides the mysterious strangers to him without a second glance.
"Well cheers to strangers, and good drinks," he smirks, lifting his drink ever so slightly tilting it to mine. I softly clink my glass with his trying to be civil and not rude.
“To strangers in bars," I reply with a slight grin before bringing the glass to my soft plush lips. The drink being more jack than coke, it ever so slightly burns as it slides down my throat.
This sexy specimen of a man shoots me a look that I’m sure would typically have women dropping their panties.
“So, Beauty, do you have a name?” His voice has a deep southern canter that sends chills down my spine.
"Yes, It's Soren, Soren Flint." I extend my hand slightly to not seem rude, and he graciously takes it. His calloused fingers rub against my jagged cuts from an accident I can no longer place.
"Beautiful name Ms. Flint," his grin almost matches the devil himself. "My nameis Radley, Radley Ashford.”
I nod, taking another drink, my hand still held tightly in his as he studies my face. I've heard of him, he was in my senior class along with his brother, Drake, and two friends, Caden and Reed. We have bumped into each other here and there. Damn, how the years since school have changed him since freshman year when I stood up to the jocks that tried to jump him in front of Drake and me during our art class. I didn't even recognize him.
"I've seen you around, where's your brother and friends?” The words slipped from my lips before I could catch them letting him know I knew them all.
"Oh, they're around." His voice dripped like honey straight from the combs itself. My hand is finally released and with a soft sigh, I nod. My eyes look for any sign of them to see if they have changed as much as he has.
"Well that's good that they're here for you, and thanks for the drink, Rad.” I turn back towards the bar, drink the rest of my alcohol, and place the empty glass down before I lift my hand to flag the bartender down to order another one.
Radley takes it upon himself to scoot into the empty stool beside me. He turns his focus to his phone and every once in a while I catch him sneaking a sideways glance my way. My fingers twist the ring on my finger, the diamond slightly glistening as I swing my legs freely in front of me. The second drink makes my body a little looser than before, my breathing evening out.
I take it as a sign that I'm ready to dance and let my problem fade while doing it. "Well, it was nice to chat with you, Radley, I hope you have a great night." Offering a gentle smile, my feet begin to carry me towards the dance floor, but a soft reply catches my attention ever so slightly and makes me pause, "I'll be seeing you again." Or so that's what I believe I hear.
The music changes to “All the Time” by Jeremiah, and my body sways as I make my way into the middle of the dance floor. My hips roll as I follow the beat, the lyrics echoing through my body making my dance a little more carefree. I bite my lip as my body melts with the lyrics.
"And the morning when I wanna fuck you…I can fuck you all the time “
A woman comes up behind me, her hands slipping to my waist as we grind against one another, the drinks now doingwhat I intended. Making me forget the horrible argument with Jace and the bad news from Brown. Our bodies mend together swaying and grinding as the song continues.
My eyes open to catch four sets looking back at me, the men equally as intimidating as the one next to them.
The Horsemen Of Ash. Radley front-n-center next to Reed and Caden, Drake leaning a little more behind the others. His dark brown eyes roamed over my body, making me feel as if he could be undressing me from where I stood. Out of the four, Drake has been the one I've had the most interaction with, the others only in passing. Drake and I both took psychology and art classes together. He also rents one of the properties here in Hazelton, with his brother and friends.
I stumble ever so slightly into the taller blonde.
Fuck Soren get a hold of yourself!
The guys catch sight of me, a smirk plastering their devilishly handsome faces.