I stepped into the pulsating nightclub, the thumping music enveloping me like a warm hug.
I made my way to the bar, my eyes scanning the crowded room. One air was thick with the smell of alcohol and seats.
"I want a shot of tequila!" I ordered, and the barman nodded. I bite my lips glancing at the bodies grinding each other.
My phone buzzed silently, turning on and I geek at my phone screen to see a message from Talia.
"Have you meet Jerome? Are you on your way with him?" She sent and I hissed.
That bastard is screwing the ass of the bitchy Sheila. He knows I and the girl are not in good terms and still chose to have s*x with her, in his home.
"I have met him and I'm not on my way with him. I'm at the bar to drink away my sorrow" I mumbled silently as I switched off my phone, placing
