1. A night to remember

Bend. Twist. Bounce.

This had been the exact thing Yara had been doing since she stepped into Montero clubhouse with Cara and her girls.

She had taken so many shots of bloody Mary mixed with vodka, that she knew not when she flirted back at a sly looking guy beside her, with dirty blonde and an awesome height - which was the only detail she had taken note of; grinding the full of her ass against him.

Suddenly, Yara felt a pair of strong arms begin to roam her body and she stilled in discomfort. With a slight irritation etched on her face, she tried pushing him away but his grip on her waist was firm and unyielding.

"I'll make you feel good."

She heard his voice, so rough and low. That she began wondering what had made her dance with these crazy creature when she was just meant to drink and hangout with her friends in celebration of the dazzling height she had attained.

Which was even the reason she had hearkened to Cara, choosing the expensive Montero clubhouse. For her efforts had been recognized by one of the biggest fashion companies in the country.

"Sweet kitten," Yara was reminded of her current predicament.

This time around she knew what she would do. Shouting was no solution as Shake It Off by Taylor swift was blaring out of the loud speakers. So, she spat on his face and while the guy was still recovering from the shock, she kneed him in his mid region.

In the strobe lights, she could see the ugly twists of his face as he fell aback and bit his lower lips, in undiluted agony.

Yara knew she had to take this opportunity and get out of Montero. But she couldn't leave without informing at least Cara. Cause she she didn't want anyone screaming on her face, telling her how worried sick they have been.

No, she hated such shit.

Darting her eyes here and there, Yara couldn't sight any of her girls. She began chewing on the inside of her cheeks as a whole wave of anxiety filled her being. She would have waited a bit longer to know if they would show up, but the fear of that crazy dude showing up in her face once more, was enough push for her to get out of Montero.

Yara was so upset within her. She was definitely not the clubbing type and with the good news Claire had washed her brain cells with, she had decided to give it a try.

For, she was told of how good vibes flows in the club like a positive virus. And everyone would feed off from the smiles and fast dancing.

So this night, she had slayed it in her bodycon dress with stilettos, hoping to club like this was her last night on earth, letting the music move her like a puppet on strings and then mashing her head so hard that her brains gets somewhat shut down as saline fluids from the whole movements gets her tired and her heels, aching.

"Yara!"

Fifteen more steps and she would be out of this freaking clubhouse.

"Yara!!"

Nodding her head to the pneumatic beat of the industrial music playing, Yara wondered what had taken the Dj long to play this song and WHY THE HECK SHE WAS HEARING HER NAME ON REPEAT!

She paused in her tracks and looked around. There was definitely no way someone afar could have called her name and she would have heard, so she knew whosoever was calling her was nearby.

A hand held her arms, gently moving her to face who she knew was no other person than Cara Lopez. Cause anywhere, anytime, she could never mistaken those soft, tiny hands of her best friend, for anyone else.

"Where were you going to?"

"Where have you guys been?!"

They had both asked the same time and then ended up laughing.

Cara smiled at her and tucked a stray hair on Yara's face, behind her ears. "We have here all night chatting with these hot guy." She explained.

Yara scoffed.

"Really? Cara, you mean to tell me that y'all left me the fuck alone and went to stay together, right?"

This was so ridiculous. She was beyond mortified.

"No, Ya-"

"Cut me that crap. This was meant to be my celebration party and all we did was to drink together before everyone started giving stupid excusing and leaving me all to myself. Then I almost got drunk and molested, while you guys were..."

Cara cut her off the line. "Jesus, Yara!"

"Can you take a chill pill? I met one of my brother's friends and we've been talking ever since. Angelina tagged along cause he's super hot but I don't know where the fuck Eleanor is!"

Yara rolled her eyes.

"Come here, you'll like to meet Grayson. He's such a hot vibe." Cara winked, dragging her by arm as Yara pouted, following her with little hesitation.

They settled on the empty stools near the small, fancy round table which had Tequila shots on it.

"Hey," Yara smiled towards Angelina who was acting a bit drunk, yet was typing with a suspicious fervency on her phone.

"Babes..." Angelina slurred.

Cara shook her head as she decided to introduce Yara to Grayson who for some odd reasons had his eyes glued on her friend, since she had joined them.

"Grayson, this is Yara my bestie. The girl I was just talking to you about." Cara stated, glancing at Yara to see her expression.

The latter looked like she would have choked if she had a drink with her at that moment.

Grayson smiled and stretched forth his hand which Yara took after few seconds of consideration.

And for the first since she had joined them, she locked eyes with him and took in all his goodness.

Damn, this guy looked good.

Not taking her hand off his, Yara's eyes still lingered on his face. She could see gold flakes dance around the orbs of his alluring green eyes.

Then her eyes fell to his lips. They looked so full and sexy. That even without it being right on hers, she knew they must be so velvet and soft.

Grayson cleared his throat with a lopsided smile etched on his handsome face.

Yara quickly pulled her hand away like it had been on hot lead and darting her eyes around, she rolled it when Cara had winked at her.

What was wrong with admiring a good looking man? Or even...

Yara!, She mentally scolded herself, looking towards the stage. There, she sighted two ladies dancing in bra tops and g strings as men gathered towards them, tucking money into their bras while squeezing their breasts and running their fingers in between their thighs, almost reaching their core.

Yara stared a little longer before tearing her gaze off the scene and glancing briefly at Grayson, who surprisingly had his eyes on her.

Her heart nearly skipped.

How long had he been staring?

"I've been wondering what is keeping Eleanor from finding us. Or is she stuck up with some guy, making out and having a good release?" Cara asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer.

Yara shrugged. "Or maybe she's on the run from some freaking dudes who want to eat her up."

"Stop being silly and hyper sensitive, Yara. Not everyone is surrounded by perverts." Cara laughed, grabbing her clutch.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Yh, yh. I have to get Eleanor and come back for Angelina. Then we might leave."

"You're seriously leaving me here with him?" Yara muttered but Cara had already began weaving through those moving shadow-like figures, like a pro.

"Care for a drink?"

His sultry baritone voice filled her ears, doing wonders to her inner core.

Gulping down her saliva which seemed like a lump, she gave Grayson a hard look.

"I've drank enough that I'd pass out if I take more rounds." She let him know.

"Then maybe you should tell me about your self or better still, have a dance with me." Grayson raised a brow.

Yara chuckled.

He isn't serious, is he?

"I'd be the most foolish clubber this night in Montero to go back to the dance floor after what I escaped from." She said, shaking her head to show how much of a bad idea, that was.

"Then should we fuck?" Grayson raised his brow much higher this time, his face dead serious, save only for the lopsided smile.

"That's an expensive, insolent play, Grayson." Yara stated as her cheeks were already burning. And all she wanted was to just cup them with her cold hands.

"Ahh!" Grayson nodded knowingly, the lopsided smile breaking into a full smile. "I like it."

"What?"

"How you call my name."

"Excuse you?"

"To be honest, I know we have a mutual attraction. Why..."

Yara was damn shocked. "I mean, I thought you were kidding with the whole fuck issue?"

"I was."

"Not anymore?"

"Should I?"

Yara scoffed. These guy had his way with words. But too bad, he wouldn't have his way to her panties.

At least, not just like that!

Grayson pushed a glass of Tequila towards her with his gaze hot on her face.

Those eyes...

They reminded her of mountains- her favourite place, after the beach.

Very beautiful eyes.

Yara took the glass and in one take, gulped down the Tequila; with her eyes still on his.

Dropping down the glass, her eyes fell on those round, full lips. And then, more than ever she wanted to feel it. To smash hers on his and testify of the softness and expertise those lips told her of.

She wanted to suck, like an insect on a nectar, whatever those alluring lips offered her and know what pleasurable feel it was, to have their breathe against each other, gasping for air and going back on their cycle.

Yara sighed in frustration.

She was no prude. As a matter of fact, her panties were wet and she needed thrusts upon thrusts to send her squirting to paradise.