Page 10 of Pretend I’m Yours
It certainly didn’t help that the lights were so low, either. If they could just turn them on for a few seconds so I could find my friends, I could move past this and not let Brandon ruin yet another night in my life. But I knew they wouldn’t do something like that. I just had to deal with it.
I decided to check the bathrooms. It was the only logical place that made sense. Mel had drink all over the front of her, and if Cami had stopped talking to that guy, she would be back at Mel’s side. Teisha, ever the mother of the group, would of course take them both to the bathroom to clean up and regroup.
Refusing to look back, I slipped through the crowd to the wall and made my way toward the hall. I hated the bathrooms in this club. Not only were they often in need of being cleaned, they were off to the side and positioned in the dark.
It wasn’t something those who were under the influence thought much of, but I never let myself get too far gone when I was in public. With bile in the back of my mouth, I rounded the corner, hoping panic wouldn’t cause me to break into a run to get to the door just down the hall.
He’s not going to do anything when you’re in public. Settle down and just find Teisha. Tell them you want to go home or to another club and leave. You’re fine.
I had just about gotten myself calmed back down when I was suddenly roughly grabbed from behind. A large hand clamped down on the back of my neck, grabbing both my dress and a fistful of my hair.
My hands flew behind me as I cried out, but I already knew the music drowned out any noise I made. Brandon could do whatever he wanted to me and get away with it.
He always did.
5
Drake
“You finally going to make a move?” Trey asked with a grin. I didn’t answer as I left him standing by the bar. We had been watching the women dancing as well as those who were just talking to friends along the walls of the room, and though I had only been half interested in what was going on with any of them, there was one couple in particular who caught my eye.
Many of the couples on the dance floor were either grinding against each other, flirting, or openly making out. But this particular couple stood out from the rest.
At least they did to me.
The woman seemed to want to be left alone. Everything about her facial expression and body language told me that. But the man, on the other hand, almost seemed to be getting satisfaction out of harassing her. Whatever he was doing, he certainly wasn’t taking the hint.
She walked from one side of the dance floor to the other, looking around the room with a pleading expression on her face. Clearly, she was looking for someone, but not seeing them. The man, on the other hand, had a predatory look as he watched her walk off, and though he waited a couple minutes before making another move, it wasn’t long before he was heading her in direction once more.
Trey seemed oblivious to everything that had transpired between them. He was trying to get the attention of a scantily clad, large breasted woman with ebony skin and dreadlocks. She wasn’t necessarily encouraging his advances, but she wasn’t discouraging them, either.
As my friend seemed more optimistic than most of the others in the club, I felt he wouldn’t miss me if I were to follow the couple and see what went down. After all, not even the bartender or the bouncer seemed to be noticing what was going on. Not that I blamed them, with the bar swarming with patrons, it had to be difficult to keep an eye on the dance floor while trying to make sure no underage clients made it to the bar itself.
With the woman closer to me, I had to admit, I was rather stunned by her beauty. She wasn’t anything like Anna Marie, which I felt was a good thing. But I still found her simply gorgeous. There was a subtle confidence about her that was currently overshadowed by exasperation and annoyance, but I could imagine a smile from her lips could break hearts.
She was delicately built, and there was a dignity about her that commanded the room. Though she wasn’t interacting with any of the other dancers that I could tell, it was clear to me she didn’t have any competition on the floor. The tension was clearly escalating between the two, with the man still obviously enjoying his sadistic game. I had a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, and I wanted nothing more than to walk over to him and lay him out.
