"Give me two shots of tequila and a glass of mojito," Daisy demanded from the enticing bar boy whose face was iconical and his body... She checked him out, well, he would pass to her taste, but tonight, she was going for something more... classical. So, internally she shook her head and averted her gaze.
Her phone vibrated in her purse on her body and she took it out to check who was calling and gleamed when she saw her best friend's name appear.
"Where the fuck are you?" She asked Amanda, her eyes raving around the clubhouse for a glimpse of her friend's distinctive hair color. She saw nothing.
"We just entered and I took her to the booth by the west wing. I took an excuse from her to use the restroom. Where are you?"
"Well, I'm still at the bar, having a couple of drinks. Have fun and bring me the evidence."
Amanda giggled. "I'm sorry, bitch, I won't promise that."
"Okay, see ya later. I have to look for a man to deprive me of this gnaw between my legs lest I nag you to death." The other accented before she cut the call and dropped the phone back in her bag.
The club buzzed with loud music and people shouting on top of their voices to someone to be heard while Daisy in the bar section watched everything from the vantage point with a certain enthusiasm. If she was suffering this night, she was glad she wouldn't be alone. Someone somewhere would possibly be gnashing his teeth in a likewise mood.
She jogged down the fifth shot of tequila and her head swarmed, her eyes growing fuzzy. Everything was starting to look foggy and her brain was shutting down.
She looked towards the west wing that her friend said she would be in but due to her present state, it seemed like the end of the world, and never would she dare to go there unless she wanted to dock on her face.
"You want another shot?" The foxy barman asked her with a smirk as though with a senile thought of his own to drown her. She nodded, letting him believe he had the upper hand.
"Give me two!" She gestures with her fingers and grinned, distracting him. "It's on you."
"My pleasure. Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" He asked as he swirled the drink in a clubber glass jug.
She shook her head. "Thanks."
"I'm very good, you know." He winked at her as if Daisy hadn't got the point already.
Her grin expanded at his juvenile method, downed the next shots, stood and opened her bag, bringing as many bills as her hands could lay on and dropped them on the table. "Keep the change." it seems she would have to find her way to the bathroom and pour water on her face.
It feared her, but she would rather chance it than allow some teenage horny dude to leer at her in that way or make silly advances at her. She felt like some deprived pedophile.
"Arh!" She touched her temple as a sizzling pain shot through her head. She would call Amanda from there and ask her to come help her to the car. Any other move to drink tonight and she would end with her face to the floor.
Daisy slowly stood up, staggering backwards as she did.
“Hey watch where you’re going!” She heard a voice yell from behind her.
Daisy tried to turn around but it was too late, she felt something cold run down her back, and the strong stench of alcohol followed.
She turned around in anger, to see who just poured their whole drink down her back.
Her eyes widened a little in recognition as she looked at the person.
It was a man, thin, tall with blonde hair, he was dressed in black joggers and a back tank top that showed all his lean curves.
She blinked drunkenly as she stared at his face.
It was him.
The man that hit her with his car in the afternoon.
The man’s eyes widened in recognition as he recognized her.
“You!” They both shouted in unison, as they both pointed at each other.
Daisy frowned as she stared at him, trying to concentrate but her head ached and she could barely see.
She stumbled backwards, almost crashing into the bar tender, as she felt long muscular arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back up.
Daisy slowly opened her eyes to see his face so close to hers.
“What are you doing?” Daisy drunkenly asked.
Nolan stared at her, a disgusted expression on his face, he immediately pushed her toward the bar stool, looking away, his face a little red.
How could she ask him that question? Did she think he was some sort of creep that took advantage of drunk women or something.
He looked back at her, her head was sagging, as she drunkenly dozed off.
“Are you some kind of jobless drunken woman who always drinks?” He asked, as he sat down beside her.
“How come everytime I see you you’re always drunk.”
He looked at her, she was already dozing off.
He looked towards the bar tender who was already giving him an awkward look.
“Are you her boyfriend?” The bartender asked.
“You both look cute together.”
Nolan stared at the bartender in disgust.
“Boy… what?” He asked, his eyebrows slightly raised.”
I don’t even know her… why would I know someone like her?” He asked, as he looked back at her.
She didn’t look as homeless as she did in the afternoon, now she looked better, he could almost call her beautiful.
Her eyes, her face, her hair they all looked too expensively taken care off for him to classify her as some kind of homeless woman.
Nolam looked away, he was beginning to look at her too much, he didn’t want to seem like a creep, he quickly looked back towards the bar tender.
“Get me a glass of whiskey, no ice.” He said.
The bartender nodded smiling, as he went off the prepare the drinks.
The bartender came back a minute later, serving all his drinks.
Nolan smiled as he took a glass, downing its contents.
He needed the alcohol.
He had come here to clear his head.
He hated the city, his grandfather had forced him back here from France where he stayed permanently in the family’s house, with the threat that if he didn’t spend a year in New York, learning about the family’s business, he wouldn’t inherit the company.
He was the only son and only grandchild.
His grandfather was the famous billionaire Lucian Van-Louvre, the owner of Van-Louvre one of the biggest fashion brands in America, and he was his heir.
Coming to newyork was something he didn’t look forward to, but immediately he landed in newyork he had remembered that Becky, one of his old fling was also here, he had hit her up and she was one of the only things he looked forward to in newyork, even though he suspected she loved women, he didn’t mind, because as the heir to the van-louvre empire, he couldn’t attract attention to himself.
But when he heard that Becky was getting married, it had changed everything for him.
He couldn’t let that happen.
He had dropped everything he was doing and rushed off to stop it by all means, only for Lance to call him and tell him that the wedding had been cancelled, that two women had stomped in and ruined everything.
He had tried calling Daisy but her number hadn’t been going through.
Nolan took another gulp of the whiskey, whisking the contents around his mouth.
He looked down at the woman, she was fast asleep, he didn’t know what to do.
Wether to wake her or let her sleep.
He couldn’t leave her here by herself.
He quickly dialed Lance number, taking another glass of whiskey as the phone rang.
Lance was his personal assistant, he had been by his side ever since he was a boy, the man never married or had a girlfriend.
If not that he had seen Lance look at a few women in lust, he would have sworn that the man was gay.
Lance picked up on the third ring, his voice sleepy.
“Yes?” He said, sleepily.
Nolan cleared his throat, gulping down the whiskey.
“Where are you?” He asked.
“Trying not to sleep because someone made me stay at home against the orders I was given.” Lance snapped.
“Young master, his grace specifically ordered me to never leave your side.” Lance whispered.
“If he finds out i left your side, he would be very disappointed in me and the last thing I would want is for his grace to be disappointed in me”. Lance said.
Nolan rolled his eyes.
“I’m at this party.. I only came to get a drink to clear my head but I’m in some sort of trouble.”
“Trouble?! What trouble?!” Lance shouted.
“Young master where you robbed? Are you hurt? stay where you are, I’m coming right now!” Lance shouted, his voice shaky.
“Calm down…” Nolan said as he took another shot of whiskey.
Ever since he got robbed by two beautiful ladies on the first night he arrived in New York and went out on his own and his grandfather found out, Lance had always been paranoid about him getting robbed again.
“I’m fine.” Nolan said.
“I’m just in a bit of trouble, I’m with this girl or should I say woman.” He said as he looked at Daisy’s face, she was still fast asleep.
“Woman? Did she rob you?!” Lance shouted.
“No Lance! She didn’t rob me!” Nolan said, his voice rising.
“She fell asleep on me, and she’s drunk, I don’t want to leave her in the hands of strangers, I would have called someone she knew with her phone but I don’t want to pry in her privacy.” Nolan said.
“Do you know her?” Lance asked.
Nolan rolled his eyes again.
“Lance, I’m calling you so you can come and help me.”
“Help you? Help you with what?” Lance asked.
“I don’t know.. maybe we can find some sort of hotel and lodge her in, she’ll be safer there, when she wakes up she can find her way home.” Nolan said.
He waited in silence before finally hearing Lance sign in defeat.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” Lance said, as he ended the call.
Nolan shook his head as he downed the contents to another shot of whiskey, silently staring at the woman as music played in the background.
“Young master?” He heard Lance call from behind him.
Nolan stared down at his wrist watch and smiled.
“Seven minutes? You old snail, how can you drive the Lamborghini aventador and be here in seven minutes, I’ll have made it in three minutes.”
Lance rolled his eyes in frustration.
“Three minutes? Except you wanted me to come naked.” He muttered.
Nolan threw his head back in laughter.
“So you sleep naked? You old snail.”
Lance face reddened.
“No I don’t.” He defended, but stopped.
He knew it was pointless arguing with Nolan.
“Is that the lady?” He asked pointing at Daisy.
Nolan nodded.
“Yes, help me get her into the car.” He said, still laughing.
Lance reluctantly walked to where Daisy slept on the bar stool, turning her face around as he tried to carry her.
He paused, staring at her.
“She looks awfully familiar.” He said.
“So you do stare at women?” Nolan said, as he broke down laughing again.
“No, I’m not joking, I’ve seen her before.” Lance said shaking his head.
“Just help me get her into the car.” Nolan said, still laughing.
Just then, Lance eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Daisy.
“I remember where I saw her!” He shouted.
Nolan turned to face him.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“She’s the one..” Lance whispered.
“The one?” Nolan repeated in confusion.
Lance slowly nodded, his gaze still glued to Daisy’s sleeping body.
“Yes, she’s the one, she’s the lady that ruined the wedding earlier today.” He whispered.
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