Page 6 of Kayla's List

I can’t shakethis nervous feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t do anything spectacular to get ready. My short, dark brown hair is low maintenance, and I decided to leave my scruff on my face instead of shaving. My crystal blue eyes look tired, but only sleep and my project’s completion will help with that. I dress casually in a pair of dark jeans and a black button-down shirt.

As I exit myUber, I spot my friend, Jason, standing by the entrance. His six-foot-five-inch muscular frame and onyx colored skin is drawing a massive amount of attention from the women waiting to get into the club. I can already tell by the size of the line that I will not be a fan of this place. I hate crowds. Still, I try my best not to frown as I make my way over to him.

“Hey, man! Long time no see,” Jason greets me as his face breaks into a bright smile. His dark brown eyes sparkle with their usual mischief.

“I know, man. You know how shit is.” I shrug as we give each other the one arm man hug in greeting.

Jason Achebe is known for his smooth charm and his easy going personality. We met at boarding school. His parents were African diplomats, and mine, well… they were neglectful. My parents never wanted me around, so they used to send me off whenever they could. However, I was grateful that Dr. and Mrs. Achebe were so welcoming. I spent a lot of my holidays with them when I wasn’t at Brady’s house. Jason is one of my closest friends, and he was also one of the most responsible. I’m actually glad he came out, so I wouldn’t have to babysit Brady and Tobin by myself.

“How long have you been waiting?” I ask Jason as I look down at my watch. We were supposed to have met at eleven-thirty. It was early for a Friday night, but I really didn’t want to be here. So, the sooner we went in, the sooner I could leave.

“Just got here,” Jason responded, smiling at a group of women who openly ogled him as they walked past giggling.

Before I could grumble about Brady and Tobin being late, I see them strolling up the sidewalk like a couple of male models. Tobin’s all-American style coupled with Brady’s surfer dude aura made them look like they’d just walked out of anAbercrombiestore.

“Hey! What’s good, fellas?” Jason nodded, and we all gave the one arm hug and pat in greeting. We all have been friends for years, but since we are all knee-deep in our chosen professions, we rarely get to hang out.

Instead of heading to the back of the line, we go straight to the gargantuan mountain of a man guarding the door. We may look like a group of ordinary guys, but we’re worth almost a billion dollars easy between us.

“What’s up, Dez! How are the ladies tonight?” Brady asks the bouncer, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to partake in the world’s biggest feast.

I shake my head with a low chuckle. It also comes as no surprise that Brady knows the bouncer’s name. My friend loves a good party, and this place definitely looks like the hottest club on the block.

“Aww, man, you know I only let in the premium. It’s all twenties in there tonight,” Dez, the bouncer, responds with a little smirk. He stands to the side as he clicks his number counter and waves to a girl to stamp our hands.

Once we enter the establishment, Brady is once again chatting with another club employee who leads us up to a VIP section of the club. The balcony overlooks the massive dance floor and a large bar that lines the entirety of the space’s back wall. There have to be at least ten bartenders working their asses off to fill the drink orders.

Although I shouldn’t be surprised that the club is already packed because of the long ass line outside, I must admit that I am. It’s early as hell, and this place is filled with bodies. The music is a mix of top forty with a little old school hip hop thrown in for good measure. The crowd is pretty diverse. There are all different kinds of people here, and even though, usually, I’m not too fond of the club atmosphere, this place is alright.

I’m relaxing on the large sectional sofa, babysitting a beer, when a group of women comes into the VIP. My eyes follow one of the women without my permission. I can’t take my eyes off the sway of her hips in the sexy, red, off the shoulder dress. She’s a short, little thing, probably only five-four or so, but damn did she have curves for days.

“Damn!” I heard another voice exclaim, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off the beauty to see who said it.

My eyes traveled over her voluptuous, full figure. Her breasts were large and plump, and although her waist tucked in slightly, it wasn’t a caricature. She definitely wasn’t a stick. She had meat on her bones and that meat was round and succulent. Her thighs were thick, and her calves were pronounced by the little wedged heels she wore.

I’m not going to lie and say I skipped her face and went straight to her body, but in my defense, her beautiful breasts were calling me. My eyes finally made it back to her face, and I was not disappointed. Her dark brown eyes were framed with long, dark lashes, and I could tell she didn’t have on a lot of makeup, if she wore any at all. Her full lips were wide with the top one slightly larger than the bottom. They were shiny, and I couldn’t tell if she was wearing some kind of gloss or if it was because she kept nervously running her tongue over them.

I almost groaned at the motion of her tongue swiping over her mouth. I’m not a creep and I usually wouldn’t openly ogle a woman, but it was something about her that made me want to know who she was. One question kept running through my mind.Who is that?

Party Girl

KAYLA

“Ican’t believe ya’ll put me in this ridiculous outfit,” I huff as I pull down the shortest dress I have ever worn in my life. I should’ve been more suspicious of Shelby when she insisted that she had a surprise for me.

I could’ve easily said no, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. My friends dropped everything to rush over and cheer me up. The least I could do is put on a dress that Shelby got me for my birthday. Under normal circumstances, I would have thanked her for the dress and buried it in the back of my closet.

“Girl, please. That dress is bangin’. These dudes are drooling at all that ass,” Shelby dismissed with a wave of her hand.

I did see them looking, but I’m pretty sure they were watching my friends. Although I am awkward in my off the shoulder bandage dress, my friends are killing their outfits. Emani pulled half of her long, waist-length braids up into a high bun while the rest cascaded down her back. Her bright orange ruffled romper had flowy bell sleeves and a peekaboo neckline that complemented her smooth, brown skin.

Shelby wore a deep purple tied crop top with a matching thigh-high skirt and a pair of stilts that she calls heels. With those things on, her small five-two height sky-rocketed to at least five-eight. I have no clue how she walks in those things.

“Let’s get a drink and sit in our section for a bit,” Emani yells over the loud music.

Shelby and I nod and head to the little bar that’s tucked into the back of the VIP.

I wasn’t shocked that Shelby was able to get us a table in VIP. She’s a junior executive at a marketing firm. Her job, most of the time, is to plan parties for their high-end clientele. If there’s one thing Shelby can do, is get you into a party. However, this place is beyond nice. It is extremely upscale, and here in the VIP section, I have already seen a few celebrities.