A handful

Ryan's POV

“ Huh? A man? How did she get there? Who exactly was the last person she had gone to meet?” I couldn't help but debate the thoughts that crashed my mind while I drove down, almost knocking down a pedestrian before I got a grip of myself.

I had apologized profusely, making sure she accepted before I drove off, to deal with my insolent fluffy bear. I had asked for direction and this was the only club I had been told was close by.

Pulling the car to the side I rushed in, almost stumbling on the way when I was let in.

I heard cheers and claps from the audience, not wanting to mind myself in those, I searched for her all over, but I couldn't find her nor get a grip of where she was.

A puff of disgust ran through my lips when a woman attempted to touch me with those filthy hands.

“Scram” I instructed her, to which I got a sneer and she sauntered off.

A quick search through the club had me running my hands through my hair while I searched all over for her.

I just couldn't