Chapter 5 The Party

Susan's POV

We arrived Don Santos, the venue for the party. The bumbling loud music and the chaotic disco light flashing from all sides made it difficult for Larry and I to communicate without yelling.

"I'll just go back to the car and wait for you," Larry said, and I nodded.

He was a well-mannered young man. I doubt he has ever been to the club because he looked so uncomfortable with the strobe lights, loud booming music from the enormous speakers, and how the servers dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks walking around the club.

I waved him goodbye with a smile as I walked towards the bartender to ask for a description of Dr. Mark's table. He had made the reservation himself.

"There she is. Susan," A familiar female voice called from behind.

I almost tripped when I saw Jaime and Sarah smiling at me.

"Hello, Susan," Jaime greeted.

"Hi, Jaime, longest time," I stuttered and flipped my hair backward to avoid Sarah's gaze.

"You are late," Sarah said, and I smiled. She was acting like someone who had suffered from amnesia. "Is she not remembering all that happened, or is she just trying to act normal because of Jaime?" I questioned.

"I dozed off. My alarm saved me." I replied, and we laughed.

"I didn't send you the address. How come you knew this was the venue?" I asked curiously, and she flashed a smile.

"It was Janet. I called, but you didn't pick so I texted Janet to help with the address" Sarah replied.

."Oh really, I didn't see any missed calls from you. I'm sure you called my office line," I said, faking a smile. I cursed Janet silently. She would have at least called and asked for my permission. It wasn't her fault. She was at the office when I invited Sarah, so she saw nothing wrong with her coming.

"I must commend you, Susan; you are doing quite a lot, girl. I was with your team some minutes ago, and they are all proud of you. It's a well-deserved honor. Congratulations," Jaime said and raised his glass for a toast while Susan and I grabbed a glass of cocktail from the bartender.

"Cheers!" We chorused excitedly and took a sip.

"Why won't she be outstanding when she has me as her best friend," Sarah said, staring at me seductively while Jaime grabbed her ass, and they both locked their lips in a kiss like two teenagers.

"Get a room, please," I said, and we all laughed. Now, I was convinced Sarah had amnesia, although I noticed she was trying to flirt with me in her man's presence.

"Thank you for your nice words," I replied and excused myself from two love birds to join the rest of the team.

Everyone stood and applauded me as they saw me approaching. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I walked majestically like one of those beautiful movie star actresses.

The beaming smile on Dr. Marks's face showed how proud he was of working with me.

"Mrs. Mark, Longest time," I greeted, hugging Dr. Mark's beautiful wife. She's one of the most supportive wives I know. Her husband fondly called her his heartthrob and always found a way to chip her into his conversations. They were adorable but not enough to convince me otherwise about marriage.

"Congratulations, Dear Susan," she replied. For a woman in her late forties, Mrs. Mark was a hottie. I wondered how she must have been as a young lady with her beautiful eyes.

"You came when the party is over," Jack snapped, interrupting my thought, and I smiled.

"Luckily, I still met you all," I said proudly, and Jack smiled.

"Where's your wife, or better still, your committed girlfriend?" I asked as I scouted around for her.

"She's over there, watching us both," Jack replied and pointed to a beautiful blonde lady seated across the table. She threw a kiss at him as soon as their eyes met, and he winked at her.

"She's pretty," I said and pouted my lips.

"Thank you," He replied sheepishly.

"I saw your friend, who bumped into us at the office. She was with a guy. Her boyfriend, right? " Jack asked as he ran a survey through my body with his eyes, not minding being caught by his lady.

"Yes, that's her boyfriend. I'm the only one without a boyfriend." I said dryly and walked away from him.

I sat down and admired the euphoric feeling that lit up the faces of most dancers on the dance floor. While I watched them in amusement, I drank myself almost to a stupor, knowing very well that Larry had my back and there was nothing to fear.

"Ken, have you seen Janet? " I asked my receptionist, who was busy rocking a beautiful lady on the dance floor. I could see the guilt on his face when he noticed I was looking at the lady.

"I saw her go this way quickly with her phone on her ear. I think she went out to answer a call," He said, pointing at the basement, and I nodded. I smiled and watched Ken from afar back to his dancing fist and effortlessly rocking the lady's ass.

Janet was nowhere in the basement. Even though I knew she gave Sarah the address without asking for my consent because she knew how close Sarah and I were, I still wanted to scold her for the sake of another time, especially with a stranger.

"Larry, did you see Janet?" I asked Larry, who sat in the car busy with his phone.

"Yes, she was in that Mercedes over there with a guy," Larry replied, pointing at a Blue Mercedes AMG parked at the end.

"Thank you," I replied and walked over to where the car was parked.

I noticed the car was shaking as I got closer, and my curiosity grew. I peeped through the non-tinted glass of the car's back seat and saw Janet having sex with a guy I presumed was her boyfriend. It was so intense, and they were caught up in the electrifying pleasure and didn't notice or care if anyone was watching. I could hear Janet moan loudly even with all the car windows whined up.

I felt my adrenaline rushing in excitement as I watched the guy bouncing mercilessly on top of Janet and how she opened her mouth, gasping for breath.

I felt wetness in my panties and wished I could be Janet right now. I hurriedly left the scene when I saw people working toward their cars to avoid looking suspicious.

I walked back to an almost empty hall. Everyone had gone, and the few persons there were in pairs like lovers.

I thought about dialing Jack's number for a quickie in one of the men's bathrooms or the basement. I had spotted a dark place there.

But frowned when I remembered I was too horny and had forgotten to take his number that morning.

Sarah was not an option. She was with her man, who can be clingy, and I was yet to get over the guilt of the last encounter. I thought about making advances on Larry since he was the only option left.

Damn! It would be a shame if he turned me down. A guy who refused to enter the club because of its loud music, how would he agree to have sex with me? I questioned and walked towards the bartender.

"One glass of Tequila, please," I asked, touching the back of my neck with my hand.

I gulped down the contents of my glass, not minding the burning sensation it gave to my chest as I turned to look around the club. My eyes caught the gaze of a handsome guy seated alone across the table. He held his glass of wine and fondly rotated the glass with his eyes glued to his phone.

"Just what I wanted," I whispered sheepishly, licking my lips seductively as I walked up to meet the handsome fellow.