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Chapter Seven

Jordan

I sit in the VIP booth and watch as Alex makes a fucking fool of himself, like he always does.

Why the fuck is he like this? Who in their right mind would want all the attention on them, always? But I guess that’s my answer, isn’t it? Alex isn’t in his right mind. He isn’t fucking normal.

He’s dancing with some girl that he keeps buying drinks and shots. He’s laughing like an idiot while she smirks at him. Can’t he see she’s only tolerating him because he’s buying her drinks?

Fucking dumbass.

I shake my head and reach for my vodka cranberry to take a sip but end up finishing it.

My eyes stay glued to Alex and the girl he’s with.

They just got back onto the dancefloor, each with a full drink in their hand.

She gives him her back, grinding her ass against him, and I bet he’s hard.

What man wouldn’t be hard when a girl with an ass like that rubs all over him?

Hell, she’s doing it well enough that maybe he’ll come in his pants.

Why the fuck am I thinking about Alex coming in his pants?

“Fuck,” I mutter, getting up from our VIP area to go to the bar for another drink. Maybe I need to find a girl to dance with to take my mind off Alex Brewer. Fuck knows the alcohol isn’t doing it’s damn job.

While waiting for my drink, a girl squeezes in beside me to order. She’s a good foot shorter than me with strawberry blonde hair; petite with big perky tits and not paying a single mind to me. I wonder if buying her a drink would change that?

Do I want to spend my money on a stranger? No fucking way. I hardly want to spend it on myself.

When the bartender slides me my drink, I say, “Excuse me,” to her so I can reach for it. She looks up, giving me a shy smile. She’s cute.

“Sorry.”

“No problem,” I say before letting the bartender know my name so he can add it to my tab. I should probably cash out each time, but not seeing the total makes me not feel so guilty about ordering more drinks.

Maybe I’m looking at this wrong. Instead of buying girls drinks, maybe I should be rubbing my dick on Alex so he’ll buy me drinks.

I know he’d do it. Hell, he’d buy me drinks if only I asked.

The Brewers have money like that, but I’m too proud.

Honestly, I can’t tell what would be worse: asking him to buy me a drink or rubbing on his dick for one.

I take my drink back to the VIP table. I don’t know what it is that has me in a funk all of a sudden. I came here with full intentions of dancing with girls and getting wasted, but all I can do is stare at Alex and the new girl he’s with.

“Hi, excuse me?”

I blink, looking to my side at the feminine voice that may be talking to me.

“Hi?” I say carefully, looking her up and down. I don’t know her, but she’s hot. Not hot enough that I’m buying her a drink, though.

“So, my friend is kind of shy, but she thinks you’re cute.” This girl is swaying from side to side, obviously drunk.

“Your friend?” I question, humored.

“Yep,” she says with a firm nod, then looks around. “Right there. The one in the black halter top.”

I have no fucking idea what a halter top is, but when I look in the direction of where she’s pointing, I see the shy girl from the bar watching with rosy cheeks .

Maybe all I needed was a little shove in the right direction, but… My gaze, for some stupid fucking reason, goes back to Alex.

Who is now watching me with a stern gaze. He looks almost pissed, but I have no idea why.

Don’t care either.

I get to my feet. “Thanks,” I say to the girl before walking over to the one from the bar.

“Hey,” I say when I reach her.

“Hi,” she says so softly I almost can’t hear her over the club music. “I told her not to talk to you.”

I shrug, sipping my drink. “I’m glad she did. Where are you from?”

“Indiana.”

“Girls’ weekend?”

“Yeah, one of my friends is getting married.”

“Well, shit. Mine too.” I huff out a laugh.

“You’re just saying that.” She giggles.

“No, I swear. My friend Austen is getting married. There’s a bunch of us here to celebrate.”

Her smile grows as she sips her drink. We talk for a few minutes before I ask her to dance with me. When she says yes, I finish my drink and put the empty cup on a table littered with them and take her hand.

I stop at a spot where I can see Alex and he can certainly see me. I’m taller than the average person, and so even in this crowd, I stand out.

Hailey, the cute shy girl I’m dancing with, turns out to be not so shy with her body.

She grinds against me like she’s some kind of stripper.

I keep worrying about my dick getting hard and freaking her out, but it doesn’t happen.

And then I start to panic that something is wrong with me.

And then I realize that my issue is I keep looking at Alex, and obviously I’m not going to get hard while looking at him. Obviously.

Even if I have before, but none of that shit counts.

I’ve had a lot to drink, and that’s why I can’t get hard. Which is good because it’s what I’m avoiding. I don’t want to be the creepy guy in the club.

I lose sight of Alex and put my full attention on Hailey, who is dripping sweat. She’s totally the type of girl I would take home to fuck. Or try to fuck. I’m too young to have ED problems, but something’s been going on with me lately. So it’s best I don’t take her back to try to fuck her at all.

It has to be the alcohol. Too much partying, too much drinking, and my dick doesn’t work.

It has nothing to do with the girls I’m bringing home because they’re all hot as fuck.

The stress of school probably isn’t helping either.

This is an issue I deal with enough back home, I don’t need to worry about it here too. I can have fun without fucking.

Okay, so, definitely not bringing this girl back to my hotel room. Got it .

“Hey!” someone says loudly beside me. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. “I need you for a sec,” Alex says, gripping my bicep. He looks at Hailey, smiling sweetly. “Sorry, but I need my friend for a moment.”

I roll my eyes, trying to shove him away. “Go away, Alex.”

Hailey stops dancing and watches him carefully, like she doesn’t know if she should be worried or not.

“It’s important,” he says, his eyes going slightly wide.

I groan, then look at Hailey. If I don’t give in, he won’t stop. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.”

She nods and I let Alex lead me off the dance floor.

“What the fuck do you want?” I bark, yanking my arm from his grip.

“Are you more of a silver guy or a gold guy? I’m betting gold, but I figured it’s best to ask the source.”

I gape at him for far too long, until finally I say, “Are you fucking kidding?”

“No, I’m very serious.”

I blink a few times, trying to get my thoughts in order. He’s fucking with me. He has to be.

“But since you’re here now, let’s get a drink.”

He tugs my arm again, and I’m too stunned to fight him off, so he leads me to the bar. Also, I guess I could use another drink. Especially one I’m not paying for. And I didn’t have to ask or get him hard. Fucking win .

I hang back while he squeezes through the crowd and returns a moment later with two drinks.

“Thanks,” I say begrudgingly.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Andre says, stopping in front of us. I hold my drink up in response. “Fuck yeah.” He gives me a fistbump, then pushes through me and Alex to get to the bar.

“So, you wanna dance?” Alex asks, looking at me suggestively. The way his grin lights up his green eyes is equal parts annoying and intriguing. His cockiness is so aggravating sometimes. No, it’s aggravating all the time.

God, what the fuck is in this damn drink?

“Not a fucking chance,” I grumble, moving back toward the VIP section. When we get to the next club, I’m going off on my own the moment we get there.

“But I bought you a drink,” he complains.

“You want it back?” I shove it at him. He eyes it, then me. “I’m not one of the cheap whores you’ve been dancing with all night who will take a drink in exchange for rubbing up on your dick.”

His eyes widen, then he smirks and takes a long sip of his drink from the straw.

“Hey, ladies!” Alex says to the girls who are sitting with Paul and Andre. They smile at him in return.

He’s so fucking dumb. How does he expect people to take him seriously when he acts like this?

Does he even get laid at all? He needs someone to set him straight.

Like to really fuck him good and put him in his place so he can learn how to shut his mouth.

It’s obvious he was not disciplined as a child, so someone needs to discipline him as an adult.

I grit my teeth when I realize, once again, I’m having inappropriate thoughts about Alex fucking Brewer. Christ, I’m a mess.

“Oh, hey,” I say when Hailey walks by with her friend. “Wanna join us?”

She looks at her friend, who nods. Hailey gives me a smile. “Sure.”

The friend drops into the spot beside me, and I scoop Hailey onto my lap as she tries to get by me.

“This okay?” I ask.

That shy smile is back in place, and I feel Alex’s glare from here.

“Yeah,” she says, while her friend looks at me with hearts in her eyes.