The Red Strings of Fate

Alice sighs as she swirls the amber liquid in her cup while she talks to her friend Samantha. This was the first time she had been out to a club in over a year. For the life of her, she was not sure what possessed her to agree to come with them. She really was starting to feel like a third wheel here with Samantha and her fiancé.

Not to mention her mood sucked currently. She had already had to shut the sound and vibration off of her phone as her cheating ex had been blowing her up for the past two hours. He had been trying to convince her that he still loved her and cared for her. Much to her dismay, nothing she said seemed to get through to him that she was done with him.

She nods, acknowledging her friend as she tells her that she is going to find her fiancé and will meet back up with her while her eyes travel over the dancing patrons of the establishment.

Alice carefully starts to navigate her way through the jostling dancers to make her way out the back so she could smoke a cigarette and drink her beverage with a little more calm. Just as she was about to open the door, the music shifts sounds, and the lights start to pulse, causing her to glance at the stage, where her eyes find a tall, dark, well-built, and devilishly handsome man starting to spin his set of music.

Alice steps back from the door and finds her way over to a table with chairs that she ends up leaning against as she sips on her drink, bobbing her head to the beats. She was unable to break her gaze away from the man. He had his black hair spiked up with the sides shaved down, and light stubble graced his strong chin bone. He was dressed in black, low-hanging, faded jeans with a matching black muscle tank, letting his muscular arms show. His wrists had bands on them with metal designs around them, and he had dark-tinted shades over his eyes.

The only thing that kept crossing her mind was fucking shit—that man was hotter than hell. She licked her lips after she swallowed the last of her drink. After a few more moments of eye-humping the man at the DJ’s stand, she pushed herself from her leaning position, her black and pink floral corset accenting her figure as she made her way over to the bar with her low-riding gray flare jeans showing off her long legs while she ordered another drink.