A Seat in His Heart

Chapter 19 - Wild

[Trice's POV]

One look in the mirror, I knew I just had to free my mind, body and soul to make the most out of this evening. I did my nails, had my make up on and attached fake lashes to my eye lids. I selected out one of the fancy luxury clothes in my closet. The ideal look for that night was gothic and slutty. Instead of black lipstick, I got the darkest shade of matte red I could find. I made my hair into a ponytail, with the tail reaching my waist, straight as a whip, got a short black tube dress and a Louis Vuitton red bottoms on. To top off my look, I faked a little black mole on my face, just a little above my upper lip.

I looked at myself in my huge dressing mirror and I looked breathtaking that I could eat myself up. I smirked satisfactorily. I had already bought a VIP membership at Y & Z but didn't find it necessary to use it, but today, I needed to clear my head and strategize my next move to get my man back. I was really craving a bada** man that night.

I booked myself a ride because I could not predict how wasted I would become.

I walked up to the entrance in my best catwalk and I saw two huge and fierce looking men at the door. They remind me of the movie 'Commando'. Why were they wearing dark shades when it was clearly night time? I shook my head because I found them mad funny but I needed to keep it together. I nodded curtly at them, I don't have time to smile at fashion retarded bouncers that wear suit and sun shades at night. They exchanged glances. Maybe I'm a stray who wants a free pass to the VIP area they thought. One tried to touch me, I slapped away his hand with my little clutch that had spikes all over and glared at him, he got the memo then gestured his thumb and index finger into a square-like C and I flashed him my silver card. He checked for authenticity and handed it back to me and the other opened the door. " Here you go" he said as I stepped in and he closed the door.

The place was swarmed up with people of all body shapes, sizes and heights, the speakers blaring with the latest jams, it wasn't hiphop but a steady sensual music that could make you feel when your hormones are secreted. The neon lights over the dim lit hall made the scene daring and a little dangerous, the noise was only the music and giggles from tipsy aroused b***hes. The air smelled like an expensive variety of drinks mixed up for a potion. Everyone was looking really fancy. I felt eyes on me as I strode into the hall. There were appreciative stares of men and contemptuous glares from women who couldn't bear their man ogling at another woman, me. I heard a slap sound. I bet it was from the most jealous of the ladies to her man who was checking me out. I smiled to myself as I walked straight to the bar, I needed some waking up. It's been a while since I last came here.I sat down on the long stools and crossed my legs. " A dirty Martini, please." I ordered smirking at the bartender. He lifted up his eyes from whatever he was doing and his eyes twinkled when he looked at me. "How dirty?" He asked, returning my smirk. "Pretty dirty" I said, leaning forward and placing my elbow on the platform and resting my chin up on my folded palm. He poured the drink into the glass, added some ice cubes and passed it to me " this one is on the house." He said and I smiled and took a sip. I looked around and there were silky curtains and beaded demarcation making the other end clearly larger and exclusive and there was more lively noise coming from that end. After two glasses of my drink, my blood was pumped. I was ready to take on the empty dance floor and that was what I did. When the DJ saw me he quickly changed the music to a Jamaican killer jam. I was not in control of my body, I just swayed to the rhythm that seemed to be controlling every part of me. Not long after, people joined in and in a matter of time the dance floor was crowded.

I felt an arm around my waist, I did not worry as I know it was normal on the dance floor for random people to dance with you and this was VIP so the people here must know not to cross the limit. I danced myself to exhaustion and I began to feel sweaty so I decided to stop and catch my breath at the bar. But the parasite at my waist refused to let go. I turned around and gauged him. He wasn't much taller than me in heels, he looked wasted and out of it. He was staring at me and licking his lips. I tried to force myself free from his grip but I was glued to his body by his grip on my lower back.

I slapped him. I mean this night I do not know if I have got a slap machine in my hands or I am just too pumped up, but that was the biggest mistake I might have made that night, because just a little shove from him got me backing up three steps and sitting my a** on the floor. "You b**ch" the man said. He was about to land another slap on my face when I heard a slap and Punch sound but it certainly was not on my face. " Pick on someone your own size, mother f***er." The third voice thundered. I opened my eyes which were on automatic shut down when I was getting ready for the incoming slap. Then I noticed the man drop to his knees with blood gorging out of his nose and girls started screaming and the crowd on the dance floor swept to one side. I looked up from the perverted bastard on his knee to the magnificent figure towering above us. It was just the person I wanted to see. What a pleasant surprise. I did not know what happened when tears started sliding down my cheeks at the sight of him. It was Eric. I could see the concealed anger on his face but he smiled at me.

With just one swoop, he lifted me off the ground princess style. I could smell his cologne. It seemed like he just got here because there was no trace of alcohol in his breath, just mint. I had just been embarrassed rudely and in his arms I found comfort, I just closed my eyes and leaned on his broad chest secretly thanking that perverted man for the prize I got after all.

I opened my eyes when I felt myself being dropped into something soft and plump. Eric sat beside me. We were in a more dimly lit hall with Booths for people to sit in, everything reeked of class, even the leather on the cushions smelled new like they're rarely used. No one needed to tell me this was the much coveted VVIP court of Y&Z. There weren't many people unlike the VIP section we just left but everyone here looked like they were from another planet.

Men and women here are fine as hell.

"You brought your package already? Man, you're always proficient!" I heard Kyle's voice from somewhere, nowhere else, right across the table but from beneath a cluster of three drop dead gorgeous light skinned girls that looked like models.

"Oh! It's Trice, Mama Miaaa!" Kyle whistled. I knew it was just because of Eric that Kyle could afford a VVIP membership here, I wonder why he pulls Kyle's weight this much. But this meant one thing. I won't be able to get full time with Eric.

" One of those VIP bastards messed with Trice." Eric explained simply.

"I need not ask the rest of the story, Titan," Kyle laughed. " Let the party begin!"

And the girls screamed and squealed. Ever since I left Eric's apartment, the club was the first time we saw each other. He's trying to act cool around me but I see the skepticism in his eyes. More girls and drinks were brought to our booth and a godlike Man in late twenties came around after he noticed I was being ignored. His name I found out to be Quan and his smile could spark up the whole booth.

He was really interesting but I was totally distracted by the way those ladies were relishing every ounce of Eric's body that was now sitting opposite Quan and I. I had reached a point of no return, I was darn tipsy after the eighth glass I had that night. I didn't like the view I was getting before me so I decided to join in and make him forget those fake a**es and t**s. I pulled out my shoe from my right leg and my foot found its way in between Eric's thigh. He must've felt it because he shot me a stare right into my eyes and I didn't bat an eye. I stared right back while my foot trailed purposefully higher until I reached there. He downed the content of his glass in one gulp and gave a slight jerk in response to my touch then he suddenly grabbed my foot.

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