Pilot
"Jarod and I haven't been getting along very well he barely looks at me these days"
I say softly with a sigh to my best friend Leighton. She looks at me attentively as I look down at my untouched cappuccino. I don't know why I even ordered it. The past few years my marriage has been on the rocks and Jarod has changed a lot towards me. The funny loving man I knew for almost all my life is now a complete different person.
"Maybe its work related stress, and maybe you just overthinking things as usual" Leighton says squeezing my hand caringly
"Probably, but I'm just so sick of his mood swings just saying though"
She laughs softly at what I said then makes a pouty face.
"When you do it I start to worry"
"Well two work collogues of mine suggested that we get together for a girls night out and let loose a bit since all of you guy's husbands are acting like bags of dicks" She raises her shoulders.
"I agree we should all go out and enjoy ourselves a little bit!"
"That's my girl!"
Later that night I was standing in my closet getting ready to go out with Leighton. Jarod texted me earlier about an emergency trip to Spain to secure his deal with some new investors or something and that he's sorry. I was furious to begin with but at least I don't have to spend my evening alone in this mansion.
My driver drops me off at the pin location Leighton sent me. It was in an alley. My stomach started to drop and I started feeling anxious. I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately turned around and saw Leighton.
Startled and out of breath I look at her holding my hand on my chest.
"You fucking scared me bitch!" I slightly yell "And what are we doing here I thought we were supposed to go to some new club that opened"
"Yes we are and the others are already inside, so lets hurry!"
We head into down an escape tunnel's staircase that leads to an underground loft that is turned into a club. It looks like a rave and everyone here looks barely over 21. The music is blaring and people are dancing, having the time of their lives. Leighton leads me to the booth where all the others are sitting.
"Girls! This is my homegirl Jaimee, I told y'all she'll be joining us"
"Hey Jaimee!" They say in unison
The rest of the evening we bond over drinks and some of them dance with strangers on the dancefloor. I continued nursing my cocktail. Leighton signals me that she's going outside with some guy, probably to hookup.
I didn't feel like dancing, mostly out of awkwardness being here so I decided to get me another drink at the bar. I check the time on my smartwatch, rolling my eyes. It's almost midnight, but who cares its not like I have anything better to do.
"Can I have a Redbull with tequila with a slice of lemon?" I ask the barman.
"I'll also have what she's having" A husky voice says beside me causing to immediately turn to it. I felt how my blood was pumping faster into my veins causing my heart to work overtime as I lay my eyes on a literal god. My breath was taken away by his unrealistically gorgeous features, blue eyes with a tint of gray, his messy dark brown hair, scattered all over and his full luscious lips catch my eye making me gulp down. I was already imagining how soft they must feel if I kissed them. My eyes filled with lust trailed down to his chest which was exposed by his shirt being slightly buttoned open. Dear fucking god! What am I looking at here?!
I clear my throat awkwardly when realization hits how long we have been staring at each other. "Your Redbulls and Tequila" the bartender serves our drinks.
"If circumstances were different I could've offered to buy a drink, but clearly you are off the market" He smirks slightly biting his lip when I saw his dashingly handsome smile.
I look down and realized he saw my wedding ring. "Crikey, you noticed my ring?!" I say sarcastically. I was shocked at the sudden confidence I just built up, I was afraid his looks will keep me rendered speechless.
"I am known to be very observant, and I also observed if you give me about 10 minutes of your time you and I will leave here together."
"So what you basically saying is that a ring doesn't stand in your way of getting what you want?" I say slightly intrigued
"That depends if we both want the same thing"
I look around and saw some of the others dancing and Leighton being nowhere in sight, and I'm reminded why I hate clubs. Besides its fun having a man hit on me, I haven't had that in a while.
"You got yourself 10 minutes"
I hold my stomach trying not to fall out of my chair from the way he had me laughing. We both are pretty much wasted.
