Chapter 5- You

Jade Smith's Point of View:

I'm not really the type of woman that loves to go clubbing. As a matter of fact, I can count how many times I've been to a club while I'm sure many of the women that I'm seeing right now have been to clubs so often that they've lost count. The smell of alcohol hit me as I took a deep breath. Most everyone looks drunk already, I knew Fridays were a big club day but damn.

Gosh, the club hasn't even been open for an hour yet!

I really don't want to be here so I'm just going to follow Christy's lead for now. Glancing at Christy I noticed that she had her eyes fixed over to a booth in the corner. From this distance, it seemed vacant and quite clean, much to my relief. It seemed as if that's where she wanted to go and I was thankful for it.

"Let's go over to that booth," Christy suggested pointing to the said booth. Thank you, Lord, for being on my side today. I was hoping she'd say that.

"Oh yeah sure," I followed behind her, all the way trying to avoid the sticky bodies of the persons dancing together. They weren't paying any attention to me as they ground against each other. I swear I could smell how terrible one of the men's scents was yet the woman was still dancing with him. Has he never heard of using deodorant?

As soon as we were at the booth I put my purse on top of the table. This booth seemed to be more technical than the others as there was a little place where we could leave our bags which was definitely a bonus. We could leave our bags there when we went dancing but that would only work if there was someone to stay here too.

Taking Christy's bag from her hands I stashed it in the compartment when no one was looking our way. Why would they anyway... they were probably halfway to being drunk out of their mind. I inspected the compartment and saw that there was actually a key inside when I looked at the compartment again I noticed that there was actually a part where we could use the key to lock it. That was such a great idea and I had to give props to the designer of the club because this was a brilliant idea. Now I could safely leave our purses inside of it. What a win.

"Let's party," I said to Christy leading her to the bar. I was ready for a drink. I couldn't go all out but I could at least have one drink.

"That's my girl," she replied stepping in front of me and speed walking to the bar like a woman on a mission. I don't even know how she walks that fast in those heels. It took me a while to get used to them. Then again she might just be excited to get wasted.

I swear that she loves to drink.

Knowing full well that I would have to be the one to drive the both of us home I didn't bother to order any hardcore liquor. My go-to was vodka on the rocks but I'd just have to settle for something light right now.

"Can I have a glass of red wine and a tequila?" I asked the bartender.

"Sure thing hot stuff," he winked at me, turning around to make the drinks. He was actually kind of cute.

I turned to the side to find Christy already looking around at the persons in the club as if looking for someone. I wonder what she's up to now. If she thought she was going to drag me out and ditch me she had another thing coming.

"Here's your order"

Taking the drinks I handed the tequila to Christy while sipping at the wine. I handed the bartender twenty dollars to cover both drinks.

"Care to dance?" I turned around just in time to find a hot blonde asking Christy to dance. It didn't look like she was going to agree so I answered for her. She needed to get over her jerk face anyways.

"She'd love to," I piped in, taking her empty shot glass from her and shoving her towards him. I've never played cupid before but the look on her face was totally worth it.

She just looked at me like I suddenly grew a second head. Before she could say anything or threaten to kill me, the guy was pulling her to the dance floor. I waved at her with a smirk on my face. I can't have a strong drink so this will have to be my entertainment.

"You'll pay for this," she mouthed glaring at me.

I simply raised my glass in response and took a generous sip. Maneuvering my way through the crowd of people I made my way back over to the booth. One of the dancers almost spilled my drink and I could feel my temper rise. I'm sure they wouldn't like it if they got a taste of my Jamaican fury. I was getting so irate. I just rolled my eyes took a deep breath and kept on walking.

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself when I got closer and saw that there were two men in the booth. What the hell were they doing in our seat? I should probably wait for Christy to get back so I had some help to get rid of them but I wanted to sit and I refused to wait any longer.

I planned on getting rid of them myself but I was at a loss for words when I saw the face of the mysterious stranger from the restaurant. He wore a black-on-black outfit which really looked good on him. He was definitely looking like a snack, a very yummy snack at that. Scratch that he was looking like a whole meal.

"It's you," I breathed feeling trapped. I didn't think I would ever see him again especially today of all days. Why did we have to go to the same club?

Oh crap!