loud. I look back down. My good night I was having is
turning to shit.
He bends his head down and rests his forehead on
mine. “That’s what you think?”
“That’s what it felt like, and I didn’t like it.”
I grab his lapels again, I’m just holding on to them. He lifts my chin so I
look him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t dismissing you. I swear. I
had another meeting to get to, and you brought your portfolio, so I thought we
were done.” He has the most sincere look on his face.
I believe him.
Don’t get me wrong, a goodbye kiss would have been
nice, but shit. This whole thing that’s going on between us, is all kinds of confusing.
“Okay,” I whisper. How did I miss reading the
situation?
“Okay, as in we’re good?” he asks, and I nod. He
kisses my cheek softly, and then moves to that spot on my neck that he likes so
much and kisses me again. He continues and trails kisses up until he reaches my
ear.
“Introduce me to your friends,” he whispers. I nod
again, and he steps back taking my hand. I lead him to the table. My friends
are staring and still have their mouths lying open on the table. They are in
disbelief, I think. I guess they were watching that.
When we arrive back at the table, Nick is standing
behind me. I pick my wine glass up and finish the contents in one gulp.
“Guys, this is Nick…I mean Nicholas,” I correct
myself. I don’t need my friends messing up his name even though I refuse to
call him by it. They all introduce themselves to Nick. Stacy is the last and
Nick asks, “Aren’t you the weather girl from Channel 5?”
There is silence at the table and Stacy is glaring
at Nick. “Meteorologist,” she spits outs and I laugh. I can’t help it. I know
Stacy hates being referred to as a weather girl. We all say it to her face, but
only when we want to piss her off.
“Chief meteorologist to be exact,” she adds with
an angry tone. I laugh again, thinking about how she slept with the executive
producer of Channel 5 news to get that spot. It’s not like she wasn’t the most
qualified, because she was. It’s the fact that she did it to ensure she would
get it over anyone else. I love her dearly, but she will fuck anyone to get
what she wants.
Nick doesn’t apologize. Clasping my hand into his,
he announces, “I’m taking Shannon upstairs with me. Would you all like to join
us?”
He is?
My friends’ eyes light up and simultaneously
shout, “YES!”
None of us has ever been on the second level. Most
clubbers from level one never have and never will. Level two is the private
area of Club Blue. I assume it’s where CEOs and celebrities hang out; although,
I’ve never seen a celebrity here.
Making our way out of the elevator and into the
room, it seems bigger than down below. A tall railing circles the center. It’s
open and you can look down onto level one. The tables are spaced out more, and
there are booths and couches that line the wall. In the back, there is another
dance floor. It’s a little smaller than the one on level one, probably because
there aren’t as many people on this level.
“Follow me,” Nick says as he leads us to a private
table off to the side. He hasn’t let go of my hand since we were on downstairs.
When we reach the big table, there are three men already sitting there, but
it’s big enough to accommodate everyone.
Nick lets everyone take a seat and gestures for me
to follow him to the end of the table. The chairs are a lot nicer up here. They
are big black stools, similar to the ones down below, but these chairs have
cushioned backs that wrap around. I like them.
I take my seat and Nick stands next to me with his
arm draped over the back of the chair behind my head. Without taking his eyes
off me, he says, “The mean looking guy is Jase. The big one is Shane, and the
old one is Matt."
“Fuck you, Lockhart,” they all three say in
unison.
Nick looks up and across the table at what I
assume are his
turning to shit.
He bends his head down and rests his forehead on
mine. “That’s what you think?”
“That’s what it felt like, and I didn’t like it.”
I grab his lapels again, I’m just holding on to them. He lifts my chin so I
look him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t dismissing you. I swear. I
had another meeting to get to, and you brought your portfolio, so I thought we
were done.” He has the most sincere look on his face.
I believe him.
Don’t get me wrong, a goodbye kiss would have been
nice, but shit. This whole thing that’s going on between us, is all kinds of confusing.
“Okay,” I whisper. How did I miss reading the
situation?
“Okay, as in we’re good?” he asks, and I nod. He
kisses my cheek softly, and then moves to that spot on my neck that he likes so
much and kisses me again. He continues and trails kisses up until he reaches my
ear.
“Introduce me to your friends,” he whispers. I nod
again, and he steps back taking my hand. I lead him to the table. My friends
are staring and still have their mouths lying open on the table. They are in
disbelief, I think. I guess they were watching that.
When we arrive back at the table, Nick is standing
behind me. I pick my wine glass up and finish the contents in one gulp.
“Guys, this is Nick…I mean Nicholas,” I correct
myself. I don’t need my friends messing up his name even though I refuse to
call him by it. They all introduce themselves to Nick. Stacy is the last and
Nick asks, “Aren’t you the weather girl from Channel 5?”
There is silence at the table and Stacy is glaring
at Nick. “Meteorologist,” she spits outs and I laugh. I can’t help it. I know
Stacy hates being referred to as a weather girl. We all say it to her face, but
only when we want to piss her off.
“Chief meteorologist to be exact,” she adds with
an angry tone. I laugh again, thinking about how she slept with the executive
producer of Channel 5 news to get that spot. It’s not like she wasn’t the most
qualified, because she was. It’s the fact that she did it to ensure she would
get it over anyone else. I love her dearly, but she will fuck anyone to get
what she wants.
Nick doesn’t apologize. Clasping my hand into his,
he announces, “I’m taking Shannon upstairs with me. Would you all like to join
us?”
He is?
My friends’ eyes light up and simultaneously
shout, “YES!”
None of us has ever been on the second level. Most
clubbers from level one never have and never will. Level two is the private
area of Club Blue. I assume it’s where CEOs and celebrities hang out; although,
I’ve never seen a celebrity here.
Making our way out of the elevator and into the
room, it seems bigger than down below. A tall railing circles the center. It’s
open and you can look down onto level one. The tables are spaced out more, and
there are booths and couches that line the wall. In the back, there is another
dance floor. It’s a little smaller than the one on level one, probably because
there aren’t as many people on this level.
“Follow me,” Nick says as he leads us to a private
table off to the side. He hasn’t let go of my hand since we were on downstairs.
When we reach the big table, there are three men already sitting there, but
it’s big enough to accommodate everyone.
Nick lets everyone take a seat and gestures for me
to follow him to the end of the table. The chairs are a lot nicer up here. They
are big black stools, similar to the ones down below, but these chairs have
cushioned backs that wrap around. I like them.
I take my seat and Nick stands next to me with his
arm draped over the back of the chair behind my head. Without taking his eyes
off me, he says, “The mean looking guy is Jase. The big one is Shane, and the
old one is Matt."
“Fuck you, Lockhart,” they all three say in
unison.
Nick looks up and across the table at what I
assume are his
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