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Authors: Lexie Ray
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Sagas, Short Stories, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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Brock procured a trio of crystal glasses from the car’s minibar and poured us a bit of an almost red liquid.
“What’s this?” I asked, trying to hold it up to the passing lights to discern what kind of drink it was.
“We don’t ask questions when good things happen,” Jane scolded. “Now drink your brandy like a good little girl.”
She and Brock launched into an in-depth conversation about people I didn’t know, so I contented myself with watching the cars and buildings pass. The woods were beautiful, but the city had its own strange, modern beauty as well. Maybe I wasn’t giving it a good enough chance. Maybe I needed to open my heart to this place in order to find my happiness without Jonathan.
I felt a surge of affection toward Jane. She was really going out of her way to try to make me feel welcome. And she was completely right: I was too worried about Jonathan being gone. He had to do what he had to do, but I needed to take care of myself, too. I couldn’t depend on just one person for my happiness and well-being. I’d been happy before alone, out in the woods. It was silly to think that I had to be around Jonathan in order to be happy now. I could do this. I could explore this city on my own and develop friendships on my own — like with Ash, I really liked and valued — and be happy on my own.
Even when Jonathan did return home from his trip, he’d probably have a lot more work to do. We wouldn’t be able to be attached at the hip like we had been at the cottage. That was something I needed to accept, too. It was pointless to crave the life we’d had out in the woods. That wasn’t us anymore, and wishing for it was only a waste of time.
“So serious.” I snapped out of my thoughts to realize that we’d arrived at our destination and Brock was holding his hand out to help me out of the car.
“That’s my game face,” I said, giving him a grin as I struggled to get out of the car without flashing my goods.
There was a long line to get into the club, but the bouncer unhooked the velvet rope and motioned at us. His eyes widened when he saw Jane get out of the car — she didn’t take nearly as much care as I did to try and conceal what was beneath her dress. I could feel the music just as much as hear it. The bass was powerful even just lingering outside on the sidewalk.
“Straight up to the VIP section,” Jane instructed, pointing her finger at the sky. “No mingling, Michelle. She has a problem with fraternizing, Brock, it’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little healthy fraternization,” Brock consoled me, slipping his arm around my shoulders. “I’ve had some of my best lays from the help.”
I winced and cringed away from him, and Jane gave him a playful shove.
“Pig,” she said sweetly.
The music inside the club was deafening, a driving electronic beat pulling us forward. We took an elevator up to the VIP section, but even inside the metal box, the bass was so powerful that I was sure it was making the sequins on my dress rattle.
Brock positioned Jane and I on either arm so he could help us negotiate the path to our couch. I was beginning to believe that the heels were a bad idea. My feet were already aching, and it was only the beginning of the night.
“Look at this arm candy of mine,” Brock remarked, jerking us closer to him. “How did I get to be such a lucky man?”
“You are only one of many,” Jane told him, patting his arm condescendingly. “Don’t think too much of yourself.”
The couch that had been reserved for us was made of black leather and overlooked the dance floor below. I perched on the edge of the couch and looked down, watching the mass of writhing bodies. I was pretty sure I had no idea how to dance to this kind of music, but they were all giving it their best tries, grinding against each other and swaying
Brock procured a trio of crystal glasses from the car’s minibar and poured us a bit of an almost red liquid.
“What’s this?” I asked, trying to hold it up to the passing lights to discern what kind of drink it was.
“We don’t ask questions when good things happen,” Jane scolded. “Now drink your brandy like a good little girl.”
She and Brock launched into an in-depth conversation about people I didn’t know, so I contented myself with watching the cars and buildings pass. The woods were beautiful, but the city had its own strange, modern beauty as well. Maybe I wasn’t giving it a good enough chance. Maybe I needed to open my heart to this place in order to find my happiness without Jonathan.
I felt a surge of affection toward Jane. She was really going out of her way to try to make me feel welcome. And she was completely right: I was too worried about Jonathan being gone. He had to do what he had to do, but I needed to take care of myself, too. I couldn’t depend on just one person for my happiness and well-being. I’d been happy before alone, out in the woods. It was silly to think that I had to be around Jonathan in order to be happy now. I could do this. I could explore this city on my own and develop friendships on my own — like with Ash, I really liked and valued — and be happy on my own.
Even when Jonathan did return home from his trip, he’d probably have a lot more work to do. We wouldn’t be able to be attached at the hip like we had been at the cottage. That was something I needed to accept, too. It was pointless to crave the life we’d had out in the woods. That wasn’t us anymore, and wishing for it was only a waste of time.
“So serious.” I snapped out of my thoughts to realize that we’d arrived at our destination and Brock was holding his hand out to help me out of the car.
“That’s my game face,” I said, giving him a grin as I struggled to get out of the car without flashing my goods.
There was a long line to get into the club, but the bouncer unhooked the velvet rope and motioned at us. His eyes widened when he saw Jane get out of the car — she didn’t take nearly as much care as I did to try and conceal what was beneath her dress. I could feel the music just as much as hear it. The bass was powerful even just lingering outside on the sidewalk.
“Straight up to the VIP section,” Jane instructed, pointing her finger at the sky. “No mingling, Michelle. She has a problem with fraternizing, Brock, it’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little healthy fraternization,” Brock consoled me, slipping his arm around my shoulders. “I’ve had some of my best lays from the help.”
I winced and cringed away from him, and Jane gave him a playful shove.
“Pig,” she said sweetly.
The music inside the club was deafening, a driving electronic beat pulling us forward. We took an elevator up to the VIP section, but even inside the metal box, the bass was so powerful that I was sure it was making the sequins on my dress rattle.
Brock positioned Jane and I on either arm so he could help us negotiate the path to our couch. I was beginning to believe that the heels were a bad idea. My feet were already aching, and it was only the beginning of the night.
“Look at this arm candy of mine,” Brock remarked, jerking us closer to him. “How did I get to be such a lucky man?”
“You are only one of many,” Jane told him, patting his arm condescendingly. “Don’t think too much of yourself.”
The couch that had been reserved for us was made of black leather and overlooked the dance floor below. I perched on the edge of the couch and looked down, watching the mass of writhing bodies. I was pretty sure I had no idea how to dance to this kind of music, but they were all giving it their best tries, grinding against each other and swaying
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