Loving A Bully Billionaire Part 3

Chapter 78

MIA’S POV

“Mia, can you please hurry,” Joe yells from my small kitchen. I sigh as I pull the red dress over my head, my black hair curled and my makeup is perfectly done. The smell of spring in the air, making you fall in love with nature after a dreadful winter. Joe whined for almost a month now to meet James at the club, I actually just wanted to stay in and read a book or watch bad movies, but I haven’t seen him since the year-end dance school, so even if I did have an excuse not to go, Joe would’ve played the card, “how James missed me.” I rolled my eyes, looking in the mirror, thinking how dramatic she sometimes can be. 

“Mia?” 

“Yes, hold on, I’m almost done,” I yell back. I can only imagine how she’s pacing back and forth in my small kitchen. I’ve been hauling this out long enough and should probably get going. 

“Wow, maybe tonight you will find a handsome, mysterious guy.” she smiled while handing me a shot of tequila. 

“Don’t start, the last time you said that I met Griffin.” we both giggled. I smelled it before I bring it to my lips. The familiar smell pulled my stomach in snarls. The last time I drank was at a bar where Griffin almost beat someone to death, and it’s not a night I want to remember. I closed my eyes and down the small shot of tequila. 

“Oh, common it can’t be that bad?” Joe laughed while I pulled my face sourly. I never enjoyed drinking. The only way I could keep up with Griffin and his “drama” was to fit into his world of drama. 

“Come, we’re late already.” Joe opened the door just after she downed another shot of tequila. The club is close to where I stay now. I glared out the window while Joe is busy texting, God knows who. I guess the club will ring with all her friends again. She just came back from winter break and all her friends at the dance school will be at the club. This will be her final year as a senior, and she already made it clear that she doesn’t want to be an instructor, and her mother finally gave up in pushing her towards a dance career. Josh promised to meet me once he’s done at the restaurant. I haven’t seen him all week. The new plans for the restaurant are keeping him busy. I’m glad it does. He needs the distraction after everything. 

“You coming?” Joe announced, standing outside the taxi, waiting for me to climb out. I didn’t realize we’re here already. The parking lot is packed again with cars and the line enormously long at the door. 

“Look at you?.” James announced and suddenly Déjà vu kick in. It’s like the first time I came to the club with Joe and James and made a complete fool of myself in front of Griffin. 

“Girl, you look gorgeous, not that you’ve never looked gorgeous before, but wow, corporate life is doing you good.” I smiled, thanking him with a tight hug. 

“I’ve missed you so much, and I’m so sorry for not keeping in touch, everything was just so busy and you know.” 

“I know girl, don’t worry, tonight you can make it up by dancing the night away.” he winks and took my hand to go inside. 

Joe and James are VIPs at the club, so no need to stand in this ridiculously long line. The club looks exactly as I remember, people dancing, drinking, and the lights making you just want to dance. Oh, and of course the smell of alcohol booming through the club as people spill their drinks. 

“So, what are we drinking? You want s*x on the beach?” Joe asks, hanging over the bar counter to check out the bottles that are displayed, like clothes, in a shopping mall window. 

“No, I would like some whiskey?” Joe snapped her neck, looking like I just asked her for a million dollars or something. 

“Since when do you drink whiskey?” 

“Since, Well I don’t know.” She gave me a small smile. She knew exactly where I learned to drink that. The first round of shots came along with our drinks. I took the first shot, followed by another one. I closed my eyes and try to remind myself that I’m here to have some fun. The last few months, all I did was work and go on a few dates with Josh. But that was just having a bite at some restaurant and watching a movie. Nothing fun. Joe and James ran for the dance floor as always, leaving me with another four shots on the tray. What a heck, why not, you’re here to have some fun remember? I reminded myself, grabbing the small glass from the tray. 

“Nice seeing you Mia.” a thick British, all too familiar voice said behind me. I almost spit out the tequila as I try to gulp it down, but choked on it. My heart started raising, my hands sweating and the booze I just consume is not making me feel good at this very moment. 

“Are you okay?” I turned around to see Griffin standing behind me, his hands in his pocket. I’m captivated by his eyes staring right through me. I’m reliving the night I met Griffin, and it’s not making me feel very good now. 

“Griffin.” I greet back, but if I can remember correctly, I called him sir that night. The booze is making me feel dizzy. I leaned back towards the bar, gazing towards Griffin. He smiled like he’s remembering the exact moments. 

“You look” he clears his throat before he answered.

“You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” I manage to say, through my shaky hands, and my heart jumping like a fox. He looks perfect like always, well not always, but his hair is falling to the front like the first time I saw him, he’s tanned skin and muscular body. I remember how I’ve wished to touch him, and how I fell in love with this exact image. Snap out of it, Mia. I gain consciousness and grab my glass from the bar. 

“See you.” I turned around and walked to the dance floor. My entire body feels numb, like I just came out of a coma. I guess it’s true what they say, you only find love once, and you’ll forever have the feeling of numbness and pain in your heart, and even if you see them a million times after you broke up, you’ll always be nervous. He doesn’t seem nervous to me, well I was never his first love, so I guess that makes sense. It makes me sad to think I’m the only one feeling like this.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asks as I approach them, but before I could answer she spotted Griffin. 

“Mia, I swear I didn’t know he would be here.” 

“It’s okay.” I smiled, trying to hide the lump I’m feeling inside my heart. 

“Dance with us,” James said. I don’t know how much Joe told him, but by the rambling look on his face, I guess not much. Griffin is no longer in sight, and I feel like the air is filling my lungs again. An hour passed where we danced and down shots as we’ve never party before. The alcohol is giving me some sort of relief. Actually, it’s making me forget the pain I had to relive only an hour ago. My head hums as I move over the dance floor. Joe and James laughing at me. A slow dance started and everyone left the dance floor. I was about to, but a strong hand pulled me back before I could. 

“Dance with me,” Griffin said, his face inches away from me. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Asking you for a dance,” he said, biting his lower lip as he stares into my eyes. 

“You don’t even dance?”

“I do now, well if it means I can have you in my arms for 3minutes, then I’m dancing.” he smiled, a dangerously gorgeous smile. My mind is telling me to say no, and just ran out of here, but my heart won this round. I took his hand as he pulled me closer, making me hiss. I’ve missed his touch, his smell, the way he holds me, and even though I was constantly in danger because of him, I always felt safe in his arms. My hormones are working overtime as he leads me over to the dance floor. None of us talking, but I can feel how his heart rapidly beats and mine following his. 

“I’ve missed you.” he finally said, but my eyes met Josh as we turn to the bar. 

“Sorry, I should’ve never.” I removed myself out of his grip, gaining my sanity. The emptiness fills me in seconds as I leave the dancefloor. Joe, James, and Josh glaring at me. What was I thinking? I should’ve never danced with him. 

“Hey.” Josh kissed me on the cheek when I approach him. 

“Hey.” I took my glass from the counter, gulping it down. Not looking back at the dancefloor. 

“What was that about?” Josh asks in a low tone. So gentle. If it was Griffin, the poor guy would’ve been on the floor with a busted face already, but it’s not, it’s Josh, that’s why I left Griffin, I reminded myself. 

“He asked to dance, I don’t know why I did it.” he smiled not asking any more questions. 

“Would you like to dance?” I ask Josh and regret it the moment I asked, or maybe I don’t. Maybe I want to feel like I felt just a few seconds ago. Josh closed my hand in his and walked towards the dancefloor. I can feel Griffin’s eyes glued on me, and with every step, the air leaves my lungs, but I closed my eyes and moved with the music as Josh leads, I leaned into him, but I still don’t feel the same when I danced with Griffin, my heart beats fast, but only because I know Griffin is standing somewhere watching us, my hands are sweaty, but only because I so badly want to feel the same with someone else other than Griffin. 

“Are you okay?” Josh whispered into my ear. 

“Yes, I just need to splash some water on my face. I think the alcohol is making me feel a little dizzy.” I loosen myself from him. 

“I’ll be back right now.” I think he knows why I need to do it, and uses alcohol as an excuse. 

“Why?” I’m suddenly pinned against the wall with my hands above my head, Griffin’s powerful hands keeping me up. His face nearly touching mine as he breathes against my skin. 

“Why what? Let go of me, are you crazy?” I ask as people walked past us. No one is looking, but I still feel like a porn star pushing up against a wall, by the sexiest man in the club. Stop it, Mia. I try to gain my sanity again. 

“Why Josh?” he asks again, relaxing his grip. 

“What about Josh?” 

“Are you guys together now or something?” clear venom in his tone, or is it sadness, I can’t really tell. I need to go home, away from the drug I try to fight for months. 

“Don’t Griffin.” I try to push forward towards the bathroom, but he pulled me back, so close that I can smell the whiskey on his lips. 

“Just, tell me, please.” 

“No, we’re not together, not that it’s any of your business.” I blinked twice before I lose myself and just kiss him. 

“Do it.” he surprised me by reading my exact thoughts, or maybe it’s because I locked my eyes on his lips. 

“Common Mia, I know you want to.” I do, I so badly just want to feel the firecrackers in my veins again, the butterflies having a feast in my stomach, and the rush of becoming high on Griffin again, but I pulled back. I cannot, not again. I just got sober from the drug named Griffin, and don’t want to get hooked on it again.

“Leave me alone.” I pushed through the crowd until I made it outside. Joe yelled my name a few times, and I think so did Josh. But I needed to get out of there, and fast. I was about to lose the battle and the only way I would’ve survived was to retreat and try again another day.