Chapter 5 Five

On our way out of the house, I secured the door, only to find out later that they had swiped a pack of gummy bears from my kitchen.

Now, I have to restock them.

Note to self: never allow these immature individuals into my kitchen again.

At the car park, Carlos shouted "I call dibs," claiming the front seat, which sparked a childish scramble among them.

It was embarrassing; Where in the world did I meet these immature adults?

As they argued outside the car, I opted not to intervene and instead focused on starting the car.

I met Carlos at the back seat with a devilish smile and I swear, I almost heard an evil cackle escape from his lips.

"I arrived a millisecond before you, you idiot," Lucas boasted.

"No, my left foot reached here before yours, you jerk," countered Max.

Meanwhile, Max and Lucas continued their argument outside the car. When I glanced to my right, I was surprised to see Carlos already seated in the passenger seat, having managed to squeeze his way up front.

Speechless at his childish behavior, he muttered, "What?"

I responded, shaking my head, "You're an idiot, you know that right?"

"A very smart one indeed." Carlos said with a smile.

Fed up with their bickering, I horned loudly, frightening the two outside and I stepped out of the car and yelled at them, "If you two don't get your dumb asses inside this car, I swear, I'll rip your fucking balls off and feed them to the birds."

They were shocked at my statement but still reluctantly obeyed.

"Hey, where's Carlos?" Max inquired.

Carlos turned and waved, saying, "Hello there."

"Dude, how the fuck did you end up there?" Lucas questioned.

"I'm not sharing my secret," Carlos cheerfully replied, fastening his seatbelt as I drove onto the main road.

As yet another argument erupted during our journey to the club, my headache intensified. "For fuck's sake, will you all just be quiet?!"

I shouted at them, prompting them to fall silent with murmurs of "yes, ma'am."

Finally, they complied, engrossing themselves in their phones.

It was a complete mistake to go to the club with these three.

We finally got to the club and passed the bodyguards that were placed at the entrance.

Immediately we got inside, the pulsating beat of the music throbbed through the crowded club, enveloping every corner with its infectious energy.

Multicolored lights danced across the dimly lit room, casting an otherworldly glow on the gyrating bodies on the dance floor.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of cocktails being shaken at the bar.

In one corner, a group of friends laughed and clinked their glasses together, their voices barely audible over the booming bass.

Across the room, a couple lost in each other's embrace swayed to the rhythm of the music, their movements synchronized with the pulsing lights.

At the center of it all, the DJ reigned supreme, expertly mixing tracks and orchestrating the crowd's euphoria.

With each drop of the beat, the energy surged, drawing everyone deeper into the throes of the night.

In this electric atmosphere, time seemed to stand still, and for a fleeting moment, the worries of the outside world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating allure of the club.

We made our way upstairs to the VIP section and settled into our usual spot. Shortly after, a waitress arrived to take our orders.

Before I could even decide what I wanted, Max took charge and ordered for all of us.

I knew I'd regret it in the morning with a severe hangover.

I checked my phone for notifications, then locked it again.

When the waitress returned with our drinks, Max insisted we all drink at the same time.

Ugh! The alcohol burned my throat - I really hate the taste of alcohol.

We downed five shots, and soon I felt my body relaxing, my feet naturally moving to the rhythm of the music.

As the pulsating bass filled the club, I navigated through the crowd, scanning for anyone who caught my eye. My attention was soon drawn to a girl by the bar, accompanied by a guy who appeared to be her boyfriend.

However, my concern peaked when I noticed him slipping something into her drink while she was engrossed in her phone.

Determined to intervene, I hastily excused myself from my friends and hurried downstairs.

"Just a sec, guys. I'll be right back," I called out over the din, though I doubted they heard me over the music.

Just in time, I intercepted the guy as he offered her the spiked drink, causing confusion between us.

"Excuse me," I said firmly, reaching out to take the drink from his hand.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"You don't need that information," I replied, keeping my voice steady.

He scoffed. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"I saw you spike her drink, you jerk," I said, my gaze flicking to the girl behind him, who looked startled.

"That's a lie. Do you have any proof?" he challenged.

"I do. It's in my hands right now," I said, holding up the drink in front of him.

He glanced at it briefly before shaking his head.

"If you're so sure you didn't spike her drink, then drink it yourself," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

He held my gaze. "I'd rather not." With a muttered curse, he stormed off, leaving me with the drink.

After disposing of it, I turned to the girl, still reeling from the encounter.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. She nodded, her gaze meeting mine.

"Thank you for stepping in. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't."

And just then, I realized I hadn't noticed this beautiful angel standing beside me.

I couldn't help but be drawn to her, her presence magnetic and alluring.

With her flowing locks of brunette hair cascading around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with expressive, almond-shaped eyes that seem to hold a world of emotions within their depths.

Her porcelain complexion is complemented by delicate features, including a slender nose and softly curved lips that exude both elegance and warmth.

Standing at an impressive height, her slender yet graceful figure commands admiration, while her presence exudes a unique blend of poise and charisma.

She was dressed in a captivating blue strapless gown that teased just above the knee, paired with sleek black heels, instantly commanding attention wherever she moved.

"Hey, are you alright?" she inquired, her brow furrowing with concern, a sight I wished to erase with a glimpse of her radiant smile.

"Yeah, I'm good. It's just... your beauty leaves me breathless," I confessed, feeling a rush as her cheeks flushed with a shy blush.

"That's better," I remarked, trying to downplay the effect her reaction had on me.

"What?" she questioned, puzzled.

"Your smile suits you far more than worry does," I explained, watching her blush deepen, sending an unexpected surge of desire coursing through me.

"Oh, thank you. I'm Mia, by the way. What's your name?" she introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake.

"I'm Alexis but you can call me Alex," I replied, briefly brushing my lips against her hand before releasing it, surprising even myself with the bold gesture. "Lexi sounds better, don't you think?" she suggested, nibbling on her lower lip, a gesture that nearly drove me to distraction.

"It sounds perfect, especially when you say it," I admitted, unable to resist the urge to draw closer to her.

Leaning against the bar beside her, I couldn't help but ask, "What brings a beautiful girl like you to a place like this?"

Her laughter was music to my ears, sending shivers down my spine.

"Well, my friend dragged me out for a night of relaxation and fun," she replied, her voice smooth and inviting.

"Seems like we're in the same boat then. Where's your friend?" I inquired, curious about her company.

"She ditched me after finding herself a 'stress reliever'," Mia explained, rolling her eyes in amusement. "And you?" she prompted.

"My friends are up in the VIP section, enjoying themselves. I rushed down here when I saw that guy trying to take advantage of you," I confessed, gesturing towards the VIP lounge.

Mia nodded in understanding as I recounted the incident.

"You really should be more careful with your drinks, Mia. What if I hadn't arrived in time?" I cautioned, noticing how stunning she looked even when pouting.

"I know, right? Thank you so much for stepping in," she expressed, placing her hand atop mine, igniting a spark of electricity between us.

As our conversation continued, Mia suggested, "I'd love to treat you to lunch tomorrow as a way of saying thanks. Please say you'll accept?"

Unable to resist her charm, I agreed, "I can't say no to that pretty face. Count me in." After exchanging numbers, my friends approached, their rowdy presence disrupting our moment.