I'm not even sure if wearing a black leather jacket over a midriff black shirt, tight-fitting faded jeans, and black converse will help me get into the club without being frowned upon. All I know is I don't have time to go home to change into a skimpy dress and heels for my best friend's "bachelorette party" given that I've just finished fine-tuning our game proposal and design with my team for what could possibly be our biggest deal yet. Besides, I was supposed to be here an hour ago so yeah, fuck it right?
"This is going to be a long night," I muttered to myself as I walked through the dimly lit hallway towards the entrance of the club, and as expected, I'm greeted with half-drunk to nearly wasted people, strobe lights, and blaring upbeat music. Since I can't find anyone who can maybe tell me where the bridal party's at, I frantically glanced around the massive club hoping to catch one of my friends, but who am I kidding? The place is packed! Decidedly, I sent a quick text to Amber, my friend/a bridesmaid.
Ireland: I've been standing at the entryway for the past few minutes, where are you guys?
Amber: Please don't be mad... we lost track and took a little detour so we're still on our way. We'll be there in 20 minutes and don't you dare leave cause Samantha's going to kill you.
Ireland: I don't know, Ambs.... it smells like alcohol, sweat, and horny folks in here. I can't take it. Sam won't kill me until after her wedding. She needs her maid of honor alive.
Amber: Stop being so dramatic! Sam says our table is on the second floor at the VIP section wait there. We'll be there soon.
After weaving through grinding bodies and clawing my way out of the crowd, I've finally managed to get to the VIP section where thankfully a waitress was able to show me where we're supposed to be situated. Once my tired ass lands on the plush sofa booth, I took my jacket off, placed it on top of my bag beside me, and grabbed the menu.
As I started flipping through the pages, I was suddenly interrupted by a low husky voice that sounded close to my left ear. "Hello, gorgeous!" Gorgeous? Is this guy for real? I whipped my head towards that direction and came face to face with a very attractive looking dude. He was grinning from ear to ear and gave off a confident vibe that I'm sure women would die for. At a loss for words, I started looking around. Maybe I was hoping to find that my friends have finally arrived or maybe he was talking to someone else. I don't know what I was supposed to find, but all I know is that I'm not used to being approached like this much more in a club. Needing to put a distance between me and the stranger, I moved back a bit and cocked my head slightly. "Yes?" I asked. He held his hand out for me to shake and answered: "I'm Micah, I promise I'm not obnoxious, I was just wondering if you might want some company?"
I looked past him as a final attempt in hopefully finding an escape and saw four men sitting on the sofa booth next to ours. They were curiously waiting for what's going to unfold between me and the guy next to me. I scanned through each of their faces. Each guy looked decent and good looking I guess, but as soon as my eyes landed on the last one, I forgot how to breathe. I don't know what it was or how it happened, but the moment I locked eyes with him I felt like time stood still. He was the most gorgeous man I've laid my eyes on. He had dark clean-cut hair, deep intense eyes underneath those perfectly arched brows, a chiseled jaw, tattoos running down his neck and around his arms, and strong lean muscles. Fuck me! He looks like a Greek god.
When I was finally able to pull myself out from his hypnotic gaze with much difficulty, of course, I turned my attention back to the man next to me. "Micah, right?" He nodded. I plastered on the sweetest smile I could manage and said, "Listen, my friends won't be long, so thanks for the offer, but I'm fine. I'm sure there are other girls here who'd kill for your company."
Seconds passed by and a smile crept across his face. "Wow! Was that a flat out shut down?" With a raised brow and a confused expression he continued, "since you don't want my company, can I at least get your name?" "It's Ireland." With that, he stood up, flashed me a panty-dropping smile, and said, "See you around, Ireland" before turning to leave. Well, that was interesting.