Chapter 3 Three

" This is really short, Alaina." I complain as I drag the hem of the dress downwards. I feel I'm not pretty enough to show enough skin. It's not really my forte.

" Chill, rat head, you're hot, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

" The dress is too short. I feel like a whore tonight."

" Whores get the best men bitch." She says and I roll my eyes.

Indeed they get the best men.

We stop in front of two bouncers as Alaina shows the man her ID. One of the bouncers looks me up and down, I don't miss the smirk in his eyes.

Fucking pervert.

" Thank you." Alaina runs her palm down the chest one of bouncers as we enter.

I take a deep breath when the loud rock music hits my face. Holy hell. I don't remember when last I visited a club. I don't always have good memories with club activities. It always sucks for me.

Alaina and I go to the bar to get drinks. The bartender is a young tatted, blonde guy. Hate that he's cute. They are all heart breakers. Every single cute guy. This is exactly what they are known for. Breaking women's heart.

" What should I get you ladies?" He asks. His eyes settles on me as he smiles at me.

What the hell his he looking at?

" Martinis for the ladies. What's up with you Ben?" Alaina says. He shrugs as he pours a bottle of martini in two glasses.

" Nothing interesting. It's the same regular routine. Who's your friend?" He asks as he tips his head to my form.

" Her name is Kimberly and we're roommates. She's been through shit today, mind mixing her drink. She would like something strong." Alaina says.

God I can't stop her.

Maybe I do need something strong. The realization of Jones leaving me hurts a lot. I can't help it.

" They broke your heart?" Ben asks. I see a glimpse of sincerity in his eyes.

" Maybe. I guess that's what men do everyday. Break women's hearts after promising them thy kingdom come." I say.

Ben laughs. Hate that his laughing is cute. He pushes a glass of martini to me. I inhale the scent and it is strong. I almost gag at his odor.

" Not all men are heartless, honey. Women are also heartless too."

" I'd like to disagree." I say.

He shrugs and gives Alaina her drink.

" He's right you know. Ben's girlfriend is the reason he's a bartender here. She broke up with him and ran away with his money. He found she's back with her ex boyfriend who's a drug addict and they ran away to Miami to squander Ben's money." Alaina says. She sounds like she knows him for along time now.

Maybe they are friends.

" Ouch." I mutter and turn to look at Ben. He smiles at me and serves another customer.

" She knows me too much and it's fucking crazy." He says and goes to attend to his other customers.

" So, how did you know Ben?"

" You like him?" She winks at me. I roll my eyes at her. So pathetic.

" I don't Alaina. I'm going through emotional breakdown right now and this isn't the time for admiring men."

" I see nothing wrong with Ben. He's cute."

" He's hot too. That doesn't matter. How did you guys know each other?" I ask her.

" We had sex."

I almost choke on my drink at her words. She chuckles.

" What the hell..."

" Don't listen to her. She's a bad liar." Ben says giving us another shot of martini.

" We're friends. Long time friends. I was the reason she decided to come to college. Alaina hates school."

" I swear to you." I laugh.

" Whatever. He's one of my closest friends. We were supposed to be a thing but this motherfucker doesn't like brunettes." She says.

She must be kidding me right now.

I laugh.

" Just say you have a huge crush on me Alaina. You know you're like a kid sister to me."

" Oh... Here goes the friend zone shit again." Alaina says.

He gives another shot of mixed alcohol and walks away to attend to his other customers.

" You're really into him?" I ask.

" Nah. He's like my young old daddy. Ben has been a great guy. He just got involved with the wrong girl and till date he's living with the guilt." She says.

I nod. I throw my head back and drown the alcohol. It stings my throat.

" What the fuck is this?" I ask .

" Martini mixed with Gin and a shot of vodka. That shit is gonna knock you out. Easy with that."

I smile at myself. Yeah, I'm almost drunk. Exactly what I wanted.

" So what happened between you and Jones? I thought he's this cute guy that can never hurt a fly."

Despite being almost drunk, the thought hurts so much. For once I thought Jones was different. He's just like the others. You know I thought boys who joins the frat are the school's heartbreaker. Jones is never part of the frat, but he's worse than most fraternity boys.

" He dated me to make his ex girlfriend jealous. They are back together?"

" Tatiana?"

" Who's Tatiana?" She asks.

" A brown skinned, skinny girl girl I usually see him with."

" You didn't tell me that."

" Probably because I don't want you to see me as a friend who's jealous of your relationship. You don't really listen to anyone." She says and chugs down her martini.

Hate to think she's right. I sigh.

" Still, you should have told me. I may have doubted , but I might still believe you."

" Did you listened to me when I told you Jones has this bad vibe that's hovering around him. What the fuck did you say to me? 'as my best friend, you have to be happy with whatever decisions I make.' you're in love and no one can actually advise a lady in love. " She says.

" Yeah, yeah." I mutter.

" Come on, drink up and let's go dance." She nudges her shoulder against mine.

I nod absently and drink my shot. I hear side chattering amongst these girls with barely no clothing. Alaina and I dart our head to the front door. People make way for him as he walks past. He holds so much power and without being told , he's intimidating. The exact man that visited the restaurant yesterday. Same man who refused to take his change.

What's he? Some kind of celebrity?

He doesn't look our way as he walks past us. Two men follows behind him. I assume them to be his personal guards or whatever thing rich people call people who escorts them.

Hate to admit he looks better today. He wears a black dress shirt and black slacks. He looks wealthy, of course he is. Yesterday, he looks like every normal guy who's addicted to leather jackets.

" Who is he?" I ask Alaina.

" Are you new in town?" Ben asks pushing two shots to me.

I shrug and look the direction Mr. Handsome goes. I think it's the VIP quarters.

" Who's he? I saw him yesterday. He was at the restaurant to get something."

" Really? Raymond Knight was at Tasty Nancy yesterday? For what exactly?"

" To buy tampons. Jesus." I groan.

" You're annoying." Alaina huffs.

" He's like one of the most important bachelors in New York. Dude's rich."

" Tell me something I don't know."

" Well..., Rumor says he's kinda mean and all that intimidating shit."

" I think it's normal for rich people. They are always intimidating, mean and ungrateful. They don't care about anyone." I say.

" Not all of them though. I'm just gonna assume people don't really know the story behind Raymond Knight." Ben says as he goes over to his other customers.

I watch girls surrounds the red vip couch Raymond sat on. I think they're strippers. He talks to another man as he drinks a glass of champagne. I notice a lot of girls try to get to him, but this two bouncers slash guards that escorted Mr. Knight made sure they steer clear. It's obvious he's an important man.

" Is he just me or this room feels cold?" I ask Alaina.

" I think it's just you." She says.

I look back at Raymond same time he whips his head to my direction. My eyes catches his golden Iris.

" Shit." I mutter and look away at once.

" Is it normal for people to have golden Iris."

" Yeah? Raymond Knight has them."

Okay, that dude is weird.

" Wanna dance?" I ask as I throw my head back to chug down the two shots at once.

Great, I can't feel my legs anymore.

I drag Alaina to the dance floor as we dance. For some awkward reasons, I feel Mr. Knight's eyes on me. Why's he looking at me. We dance to the rock music and I totally forget Jones broke my heart.

Getting drunk isn't as bad as I thought. I whip my hair back and forth and giggles to nothing. It's obvious I'm now drunk.

I climb on one of the tables with the VIP couches as I begin dancing. I notice some people stop dancing already and everyone's eyes are on me. Including Raymond Knight. But I don't care. Tonight is for me. I need to let go of the pains I'm passing through and just feel the night.

My feet is wobbly.

I didn't notice I'm on Mr. Knight's table until a guard holds my legs and try to bring me down. I'm too drunk to fight them off. I trip on my shoes as I find myself falling off the table. But then I land on something. No not something, someone.

Holy fucking Christ!

It's a man's thigh. I touch this man's thigh as I feel every single muscles through his pants.

I notice the music is been turn down and a lot of assholes are already staring at me. My head throbs as I fight to stand. I almost fall back on this man's lap but I feel his hands on my hips to keep my steady.

My drunk self turns around to face my downfall.

" Oh great. It has to be Mr. Knight." I mutter.

My eyes meet his, for some reasons I don't feel good. I feel sick as I clutch my stomach. I open my mouth to apologise but everything I drank tonight gushes out of my mouth and right onto his body.

I just vomited all over Raymond Knight's body.

Holy shit!