THEY ARE MATE
1045 Words
Once I entered the club, eyes were boring into my ass and cleavage, specifically, the males’. I felt exposed and vulnerable in this piece of fabric. God! I could have worn something that showed less skin. As I was walking aimlessly, looking for my friend, a tall, handsome blonde guy stopped me in my tracks. He had a well-chiseled jawline and a broad frame that towered over my petite body.
“May I entertain you with a drink, my lady?” I stared at him for a while, kind of lost, because for me to get any attention, let alone have a guy offer me a drink…was rare. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead; my hands shook and my palms grew sweaty.
I summoned all the courage in me and responded, “I’ll pass.”
“I’ll be just by the corner if you need me,” he offered, winking at me before leaving a few seconds later.
I scanned the room, and after a few seconds my eyes landed on her. There she was…Clara.
I stormed in her direction. She was actually dancing with a man while waiting for me. Typical Clara.
I tapped her and dragged her out of the man’s grasp to a corner.
“Now how is this gonna help me clear my mind?” I questioned, scanning through the club filled with people drinking, dancing, and stripping.
“You’ll find out soon. Just watch and do what I say,” she answered, sending a wink in my direction. Clubs weren’t actually my favorite places to be; they made me feel kind of exposed. But Clara loved them, in fact, that was where she found her solace.
“Waiter!” she yelled over the loud music. After a few seconds, a waiter emerged from the corner.
“What would you like, ma’am?” the waiter said politely, yet his voice was audible over the loud music.
“You,” Clara said, her tone sultry as she attempted to undo the guy’s button in my presence. Oh jeez, Clara was one hell of a girl. I could see the guy trying to keep himself together; he gulped, his Adam’s apple moving. His jaw tightened and his breathing grew ragged. She leaned in and licked his earlobe.
“Ahhh,” he groaned, his hand settling on her waist as he pulled her in. Oh God…why did they have to do this in front of me.
“Calm down, boy. We could finish this later, but for now go get us three bottles of whiskey.”
“Don’t you think that’ll be a little too much for a beauty like you?” he said flirtatiously. Oh God, why did they have to rub it in my face like this? Kill me already, I thought, face-palming.
“Just get us the drink!” I yelled over the music, cutting off whatever they were doing. Both their heads snapped in my direction. Clara shot me a don’t ruin this stare. I knew the guy was fine, but that didn’t mean she had to do…whatever it was they were doing in front of me.
The waiter left to get the drink after I shot him one last stare.
“Thanks, girl, for ruining my one-night stand,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
“Oh, please,” I paused, rolling my eyes so dramatically they might get stuck. “This night is for me and not for your flings,” I reminded her.
“Oh, okay, fine,” she surrendered, raising her hands in defeat. “So what did your dad force you into?” she asked, her brows raised and her hands now dropped.
“Let’s forget about that,” I responded, my voice sounding more like a plea than a reply.
“Okay,” she shrugged, not wanting to continue, but I could see the concern written on her face.
A few minutes later, the waiter was back with our drinks. He served us and tried flirting with Clara again, but when I shot him a dead stare, he backed off.
I started with a shot, then finished a whole bottle, and soon my vision grew hazy. I felt carefree, dancing around with Clara as though I was drunk, though I was only tipsy. I shook my butt with courage, swaying my hips alongside Clara. I had a feeling that my mate was somewhere around here, though it would be useless finding out now. I felt tired and decided to take a break from dancing. Clara tapped me, gaining my attention.
“I think those guys over there are looking at you,” she informed me, pointing at two striking men that were every girl’s dream…including mine. I could feel my chest tighten and my wolf howl in my head. I had a feeling that my mate was somewhere around here. Could this be it?
Mate.
My wolf howled in my head, fighting to take over, but I couldn’t, not when Clara had no idea, though she would doubt it soon enough. At least I could just give them my virginity, because after today I might not see them again. They had jet-black curly hair that fell on their faces, making them look more striking than ever. They looked so identical one could barely tell the difference, but I could.
I approached them, my chest hammering, not even responding to Clara. I guess I was really into them.
I had never tried hooking up before. For Clara, she found it easy as a means to clear her mind from her f****d-up family, while I was always in the shadows, no matter how bad I wanted to forget everything…until today, when I’d take the bold step.
“Hi,” I called sultrily, waving my hand seductively at them. “How about we have a drink?” I offered, not knowing what else to do. I guess I was bad at this. I looked at Clara from the corner of my eye and she blew a kiss in my direction as encouragement.
“How about we continue this upstairs?” one of them said as he scooped me into his arms. They both stared at me with burning hunger, not for food, but for something dark.
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