Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Vega POV

We hit the club instead, and as I waded through the dancing sweaty crowd I almost regretted my decision.

Andrianna was busy drowning shots like it was her last day on earth and it was no surprise, she'd been drinking a lot lately, and I knew it was something that bothered her but since she refused to talk about it, I wasn't going to push but I wasn't going to let her get wasted either.

"You really need to fucking slow down," I said, snatching a shot from her.

Andrianna made a sound in her throat before frowning at me. "You're no fun at all. I thought you said you were going to let go tonight, although I have no idea why you suddenly decided to do that when I've been trying to get you to go out for ages".

I shrugged. "I'm just doing what you've been suggesting forever" I snarked and she nodded sluggishly. I guess she had more drinks than I thought she did.

"Why are you drinking so much anyway, you were all excited just a while back, and if I'm going to hook up with anyone, don't you think you should be sober enough, so you can recognize whoever I end up going home with" I got out, even tho I cringed at the thought of hooking up with a freaking random stranger I didn't know from Adam.

Andrianna's hand landed on my arm sloppily. "First off don't overthink it, Vega, just go with the flow, and you can only do that by drowning shots for liquid courage, got it, as for why I'm being sappy, I have no idea myself".

I doubted that, but other stuff was taking up more preeminence in my head. "I don't want to have drunk sex".

Andrianna scoffed. "Well, the guy you'll be taking home is definitely going to be drunk and as for security, my bodyguards got you covered. You won't get harmed".

"Maybe I shouldn't even go through with this... This is not me. What if some reporter gets my picture and then I soil the reputation of the company".

"God! It's only ever work with you and it's so irritating. See I know you are boring, but don't be a chicken, you're here already and there's like an ocean of hot guys just within your reach, so just pick one and get done with it, plus that guy over there has been checking you out since we walked in" she said, pointing directly at him and I gasped mortified.

"Don't fucking point at him, he'll think we're talking about him".

"But we are talking about him and he's hot isn't he. If you're going to hook up with anyone, it should definitely be that guy".

"He looks like a gangsta, I don't want to get involved with a psychopath".

"Are you saying all gangsta are psychopaths, cause that's offensive".

"I didn't mean it like that," I said, regretting ever coming to the club in the first place. "Look, let's just go home, I'm not feeling this whole thing anymore".

Andrianna looked over my shoulder with a lazy grin. "A little too late for that cause hot gangsta is making his way over to us".

I fought my eyes to stay on Andria. "Fuck! I really don't want to do this..."

"Hello, beautiful". A deep voice rumbled close to my ear and I turned to face the guy that Andrianna had been fawning about, and she was right to hype him, he was gorgeous up close. For the first time, I felt my heart race as I stared at beautiful hazel eyes that reflected the light that swirled around the club, a gorgeous smile curved his lips and his perfect set of teeth completed the already flawless look.

"Hi" I muttered, all flustered as I blatantly ogled him. Mr hot gangsta was ripped, but in a sexy mouth watering proportion and he freaking called me beautiful, even tho Andrianna was sitting right across me.

"I saw you watching me," he said, his voice so deep it felt like it rumbled over my skin and that's when I noticed that the music had changed. A slow sensual beat was playing and the people on the dance floor were practically having sex, only that they still had their clothes on, everything felt suddenly too erotic and my skin heated up as hot gangsta crowded me.

"I wasn't... My friend was" I got out lamely and I just wanted to choke slam myself. Yeah, that's how you get a guy to hook up by telling him your friend is the one interested in him.

Andrianna snickered, and his gaze flickered over her before they came back on me more intensely.

"It's a shame, I thought I felt a connection".

I smiled, then tossed the drink I'd snatched from Andrianna into my mouth. It tasted like crap, but she was right about the liquid courage. "Will you like to dance?" I said, glancing at the people grinding on each other on the dance floor and almost taking it back but then he grinned and I'd have said it again just to stare at him once more.

"I'll love that," he said, then offered his hand.

I stared at it for a moment too long before taking it and he exhaled with a burst of nervous laughter as if he'd expected me to change my mind.

He led me to the dance floor while I focused on how small my hand felt in his, but the security in his grip sent sparks through my skin, and when he pulled me impossibly close, and our skin wielded together as one, I could feel every inch of his skin rippling against mine, his heat seeping into my skin and his finger drumming against my hips rhythmically as I rolled against him to the beat.

My senses heightened, everything feeling brighter and clearer as I tuned out everything that made my headache and just let him lead me. His breath rasped against my ear and his beard rubbed against my cheek with how close we were. I was definitely hooking up with this guy. The thought barely formed when I felt a hand that was not his trail down my spine and my body jerked into the guy I was dancing with at the sparks that sizzled through my skin, at the familiar touch and scent.

I pulled out of his arm, turning sharply to look for him, but I just stared at the mass of people dancing. Mr hot gangsta turned me to face him, a question in his eyes.

"Do you wanna get out of here".

I wasn't feeling it anymore. I was a fucking mess. "I don't even know your name," I said instead because even if I did go through with my plans, I didn't want him to be completely a stranger.

"It's Ryan" he replied cockily and I blanched, staring at him. "What? You want my surname too" he asked playfully and I nodded because there was nothing playful about the way I was feeling right now. His name was fucking Ryan, and that just ruined the whole freaking hook-up.

"Fine, it's Ryan Mickelson," he said and it was like I was being hit with a brick in the face because there was no way he was the same Ryan back in grade school.