6

Kay looked over at me and looked shocked for a second before she winked. I smirked back before I start to sway my hips against his. He pulls me closer to him and keeps a firm grip on my waist, but not too tight. His mouth is right by my ear and he whispers, "Kyle, my name."

"Bianca," I reply and push back into him. He takes a sharp breath before he starts to move along with me.

"Damn babe you can dance," he whispers in my ear and I smirk.

"I can do a lot of things," I whisper back and he turns me to face him.

"Is that so?" He asks with a slight grin.

"Maybe," I say teasingly and run my hand down his covered chest.

"How about we get a drink?" He asks looking into my eyes, "on me."

"Sure," I reply and he takes us to a high table. "I'll wait here."

He nods before he walks off to the bar. I look around and see Kay is now making out with the black haired guy. Past them in the special VIP section, there is just a few couches and waiters bringing you drinks, I see Leon and the chick he brought with him. He is sitting on the couch with the girl straddling his waist. Her hands are running through his hair as they make out and his are roaming all over her body. I hold back a gag as I see one of his hands run up her leg. My eyes quickly avert away from the disgusting scene and I notice Kyle coming back.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, but you look like a tequila girl," he says setting a small glass in front of me.

"You assumed right," I tell him, "tequila is my favorite." Surprisingly it actually is. When I turned twenty-one Blake bought me so much alcohol, we never finished it. He bought at least five different brands of whiskey, a few brands of rum, probably ten bottles of different wines, same goes for champagne, a six pack of fifteen different brands of beers, and a bunch of tequila. Blake loves tequila so he bought the most of it so he could drink it too. Even though I wasn't going to drink ninety bottles of beer.

"Glad I did," he smiles before sitting down.

"So am I," I smile back and we each take a drink from our glass. Man I love tequila.

After a few drinks each we head back to the dance floor. I have no clue where Kay went but she'll be back soon. My head is starting to feel the effects of the alcohol but I'm barely even tipsy, I can tell Kyle is the same. We go back to the position we were in before, my back against his front and me swaying back and forth. His hands find my sides, resting over the diamond cuts in my dress.

"Bi, time to go," Kay says and grabs my arm. Kyle reluctantly lets go of my waist as Kay drags me away. I look back at him and he looks confused.

"What the hell?" I ask as I pull my arm away from her grasp.

"Your freaking fiancé is here and looks like he doesn't care you are," Kay says as she pulls me to the bar, of course it is right next to the VIP section.

"I know he is," I tell her, "I could care less." I look over at Leon and the chick on his laps. His lips have found there way down her neck and I want to puke again. "He is a dick."

"I can tell," she mutters as she looks over my shoulder. "You need to get him to somehow look at you and kiss the hell out of that guy you were with."

"Make him jealous?" I ask and she nods. I laugh for a few seconds before I look at her, "by the looks of it he won't get jealous."

"Doesn't hurt to try," she tells me and takes my hand, "get on the table and dance."

"What?" I ask in shock as she drags me Kyle.

"Get on that table and dance," she says, "it'll be better if you pretend you are drunk."

I look at her knowing she won't give up on this. "Alright fine, get a good song playing." She smiles as she pushes me to Kyle and runs to the DJ.

"Hello again babe," he smirks as his hands find my waist.

"I wanna put on a show," I tell him and place my hand on his chest. I hear the song change and smirk once I hear what it is. Kyle looks confused but I drag him over to a table. I climb on to the table and smirk at Kay. She requested This is What you Came For by Calvin Harris.

I dance away, thanking Kay mentally for telling me that this is how you do it. After a couple minutes of dancing and a crowd around the table I glance over at Leon to see him staring at me while the girl kisses down his neck. I grab Kyle's arm, lucky that it was in reach, and tell him to come up with me. It took him a little convincing but soon he came up with me. Thankful that the table kept the both of us up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine. One of his hands wraps around my waist and the other rests against my cheek. After a minute or so of kissing we pull back and get off the table.

"Sooo sorry but we have to go," Kay smiles while she drags out the 'o'. I look up at Kyle and kiss his cheek before I get dragged by Kay once again. "OMG! Leon Bailey left the club because of you!"

"He really left?" I ask with a smile as we walk outside. Kay tells the valet to get her car and a black Lamborghini pulls up.

"Thanks," a voice, British, says as he takes the keys from the valet driver. Of course Leon was still outside, why wouldn't he be. We make eye contact before he gets in his car and drives off.

"He is so gonna fall for you," Kay gushes as her car pulls to the front, "and hard."

"I don't want to know what is going to lead to that," I tell her as I get in the passengers seat.

"It's going to be like you are in a movie," Kay smiles as she drives off, "I'm going to make sure you make him jealous as hell in these next few months, he's going to want to marry you."

"Who wouldn't?" I joke as I flip my hair over my shoulder. We both laugh as we continue down the road.