SHE HAS CONCEDED
1068 Words
AMELIA'S POV
"Knock! Knock!" I rapped on Jasmine's door. Before the third knock, it swung open.
"Hey, girl," she greeted, ushering me in.
"Come here," she said, pulling me into a hug. I hadn't realized how desperately I needed it until her arms wrapped around me.
"I didn't realize I needed that," I murmured when we broke apart, tears stinging my eyes, begging to be released.
"You're good, Lia. I'm always here, and my door is always open to you," Jas assured me.
"Thanks, you're all I could ask for," I said, going in for another hug, which she gladly returned.
"So, where do you want to go?" she asked, scrutinizing my dress.
"Dressing like a bad b***h. Don't tell me you want to get laid already," she teased, giving me a knowing look.
"Nah, I just want to get drunk and high. That's the only thing that could truly heal me right now," I admitted.
"Really? Lia wants to get high?" she squealed happily, leaping with joy.
"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?" she asked, suddenly serious.
"Yes, I am. Tomorrow is just another day, and I'm going to make it through," I said, uttering words I didn't entirely feel, yet Jasmine seemed to grasp their underlying meaning.
"Let's go then," she said, her excitement returning.
"Wait, you're going like that?" I asked, looking at her crop top and blue jeans.
"Yes! Come on, girl. We're just going for a drink. You're the one who dressed like she wants to get laid. Your outfit is screaming, 'f**k me!'" she teased. I responded by pushing her toward the door.
We arrived at the club, the thumping music vibrating through me. Instead of complaining about the noise as usual, I found myself vibing with it.
"I need your strongest drink here," I told the bartender.
"That would be an Aunt Roberta," he replied.
"Oh no! You can't give her that. Just give her a combination of vodka and rum," Jas quickly interjected.
"Okay then," he said, turning to prepare the drinks.
"Why not? I said I want to get high," I lamented.
"You'll definitely get high after a few shots of this," she said, pushing a glass of the concoction my way. I gulped it down in one go.
"Wowww," I exclaimed, shaking my head.
"Another shot!" I shouted, pushing the empty glass back to the bartender for a refill. I swallowed that one just as quickly.
I stood up and began swaying to the music, moving my body and hips in rhythm. I danced, forgetting all my sorrows, just focused on having a good time.
"Another shot!" I yelled at the bartender, and he refilled it. I took the drink in one gulp again.
I moved to the main stage and started dancing, pulling Jasmine along with me. Even though she resisted at first, I made sure she followed me onto the dance floor.
I swirled my body, and the crowd started cheering, the excitement buzzing through my head. I grabbed the pole and twirled around it, the people's cheers growing louder.
Meanwhile, in the VIP section of the club, a pair of sharp eyes watched Amelia. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she danced.
"Who is that lady?" he asked a nearby attendant.
"Just a random lady, sir. This is my first time seeing her here at the club," the attendant replied, offering the detailed explanation.
"Okay then. Get me a mask," he ordered. The attendant promptly handed him a mask, which he put on.
"I'll be right back," he said, leaving the attendant alone.
He descended the stairs and walked towards Amelia, who was still lost in her dancing. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, moving in sync with her.
Jasmine, watching from a distance, smiled to herself and thought, "You're going to get laid today."
Amelia and the stranger danced together. She was too drunk to push him away, and deep down, she enjoyed his presence. The stranger's hand glided up her thigh, tracing the split in her dress. Amelia let out an unconscious moan, which brought a smirk to his masked face.
He turned her so she was facing him. Only then did she notice the mask.
"Why don't you want to show your face?" she asked loudly over the music, her words only audible to him.
"I'm quite popular, and I tend to attract glares and attention wherever I go," he replied.
"Okay then. I'm Amelia, by the way," she introduced herself.
"People know me as Liam, and I'd prefer you call me that," the stranger said.
"Okay, Liam," Amelia slurred.
"Lia, do you want to go somewhere quiet?" Liam asked. Without a second thought, she answered him.
"Yes, please. But before we go, can you please get me a drink? Vodka and rum, to be precise," Amelia requested.
"Why vodka and rum?" Liam inquired.
"Because that was the first drink I ever had, and I loved it," she replied.
"Okay then," he said, and they walked to the bar area together.
Jasmine saw them approaching and moved closer.
"Hey, Liam, this is my best friend, Jasmine. But I call her Jas. Don't look at the way she's dressed, she's the heiress of—" Amelia began, but Jasmine cut her off.
"Sorry, she's drunk. She's not usually like this. This is my address; just drop her off when you guys are done," Jasmine interrupted, handing Liam a slip of paper.
"You're going to leave your best friend alone with a stranger?" Liam asked, sounding surprised.
"Actually, yes," Jas confirmed, then motioned for Liam to lean closer so she could whisper. Liam brought his ear near.
"She's still a virgin, and I want her to get laid. Don't worry, I'm not doing her any harm. She agreed to it before we even came here," Jas whispered into Liam's ear as she slipped a card into his palm. He looked shocked.
"Please, sir, just make sure you drop her off at my place whenever you're done. She's a working-class lady, and she wouldn't want to miss work tomorrow," Jasmine added, leaving Liam looking utterly stupefied.
"Bye, Lia," Jas called.
"Huh, huh, wait for me, Jas," Amelia mumbled but couldn't finish her sentence. She stumbled, her head colliding with the table, but instead of impact, Liam quickly placed his hand there, saving her head from the blow.
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