“So,” I say, dropping down onto the barstool. “Why so glum?” She tucks her light brown hair behind her ear. “I ended things with my ex and he didn't take it too kindly.”
I reply between sipping my drink, “Oh well, let’s find some new toys to play with.”
Kalie blushes a little; I almost forget how innocent she is. “What? Are you going to tell me he left you because you’re a virgin?” I laugh at my ridiculous thought. When I look over to her, she drops her eyes down to her fingers.
“Oh shit, no way!”
She nods her head. “I know it’s hard to believe because I’m 21. Who is 21 and still a virgin?” she scoffs embarrassingly. I down my drink, eager to get this show on the road. “You mean who is 21, still a virgin, and looks like you do? Yeah I think you’re on your own with that one.” I cannot believe it; the girl must get harassed daily. All our talking has made me lose count of how many drinks we have had; I see Kalie has really opened up out of her shell too.
“Oh god, please don't tell me this is your first time drinking.” I scoff to myself because really, there is no way girls like this still exist. She giggles. “Well, I have tried drinking before, but yes, this is the first time I’ve been— what's the term? Buzzed,” laughing like it is the funniest joke she has ever heard. My face drops. “Oh fuck.” She places both hands on my shoulders before slurring, “It’s fine Vicky, its spring break!” swinging her hands in the air.
I am going straight to hell, with no passing go. However, she is right. Fuck it. “Let’s dance.” I drag her up to the dance floor, where Drowning Pool’s “Bodies” is playing through the speakers. We are laughing and dancing when I look over to the bikers in the corner. I had forgotten all about them. I see one in particular that has his eyes glued on me with a hungry look on his face; sitting with his legs spread out, cocking his head sideways with a smirk playing on his lips. He takes one more pull of his drink before getting up and making his way towards me.
“Oh shit,” I mumble to myself. There is no way I am fit for a biker… I think. Once he reaches me, he latches on to my hand, pulling me into him. “You usually drink nine shots of tequila, four rum and cokes and a beer at four o’clock in the afternoon?” he asks. I smile up at him. “I’d find it extremely scary that you have been counting my drinks, if you weren't so undeniably good-looking.” I see my drunken mind is doing all the talking for me.
“What's your name, biker man?” I ask and he laughs.
“Biker man?” I nod my head.
“Blake, what's yours?” I tilt my head to the side, trying to re-focus my eyes.
“You're so tall, how tall are you?” I almost stumble backwards, until he catches me and laughs, “6’2.”
“I’m Vicky, this is Kalie.” Kalie is dancing off in her own little world, probably not realising the attention on her. I see Blake check her out, before smiling and looking back to me. Anyone with a clear set of eyes will tell you how stunning she is. “Want to come sit?” he asks, nudging his eyes back towards his table.
“Are you a murderer?” I ask. He pauses.
“What?”
“I said, are you a murderer?” I repeat myself and he laughs a devilish laugh.
“Not today I’m not.”
I shrug. “I’ll settle for that.”
He shakes his head in surprise as we follow him back to his table. I take in his appearance while he is not looking. He has dark blonde hair standing messy around his head; it is a little on the short side. His eyes are dark brown, almost black; and he has a natural golden tan. He is almost to die for. Almost.
Three weeks ago
Blake
“BLAKE! In here now,” I hear Zane yell out from his office. I drag Britney with me under my arm as I walk in.
“What can I do for you, boss?”
He chuckles his evil as fuck chuckle at me, which only ever means one thing. Fucking great.
“Well, it’s funny you ask that,” he replies as he sits forward, putting his joint out. “Something just came up.” I push Britney back out the door before I reply.
“Go on…”
He laughs again, pushing back on his seat.
“Do you remember Joseph Vance? He was best friends with our fathers?” I sit back in my chair, getting ready for another story I never knew about. “I’ve heard of him, yes.”
Anyone that has not has been either living under a rock, or in an upper class lifestyle has heard of Joseph Vance. The man is notorious; if this has anything to do with him, I know I have no choice in the decision.