Chapter 10
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As I entered the airport elevator my phone beeped. I look down and read the message.
A little birdy told me you're back. We are going out tonight.
I shake my head at Seth's text.
Do you work with the FBI or something? I came off the plane less than twenty minutes ago.
He replied with a smirk emoji. Or something. You promised that when you get back we'll go out.
I didn't promise you anything. I remember saying Maybe. I quickly typed back. While I was away we didn't text, but he kept sending me funny memes which I didn't reply to.
Don't be like that.
Like what?
You know what I'm talking about. It's just one drink it won't kill you.
No, but you might.
I promise I won't bring my gun. I smiled at his text and shake my head.
Okay, deal. What time? I found myself accepting his offer.
Around 8:30, I'll send you the address later.
It's one drink, what harm can it cause?
"You're late," Seth was waiting for me at the door of the club, he was standing beside the big security guy or in club terms, the bouncer. He was doing a pretty good job managing the long line up in front of the place. The line was packed, some persons looked as if they had been waiting for a while to get in, from the look on their faces.
I guess that's why places like these need big men to control things because the persons at the back of the line, did not look happy.
I shrug, "Well, this is New York, the traffic at this hour is terrible." I was waiting on the highway for more than an hour. I had no idea that the place was in a different part of New York. Since I live in Manhattan in stay in Manhattan, I had no time to be going to Queens other than for work purposes. Why the hell am I even in Queens now?
Oh, yea.
Seth Freaking Parker.
"I still can't believe you drove me so far out here. I thought you lived in Manhattan!" When he I read his message and add the address to my cars GPS system the place didn't look as far but the fact that I have been driving for an hour proved me wrong.
"I do live in Manhattan."
"Then why the hell are we in Queens?" I shouted bit not because I was angry it was because of annoyance. Thinking about it now, I realize not checking out the address before I left home was a bad idea. What if he turned out to be some creep and I follow him all the way to Queens.
He smiles at me then bent his head to look at my outfit. I am wearing a navy blue, short, off-the-shoulder dress and my blue heels. The only jewellery I am wearing is a pair of pearl earrings. My hair is on my shoulder with a few loose curls in it.
"You look nice." Ignoring his question, I looked at the long line which we'd have to join. "I wanted to show you this place."
"Well by the look for that line I won't be seeing inside anytime soon." I replied annoyed. I drove for so long just to end up in a line.
He took my elbow, "Come." He pulled me to him and start walking and not knowing what else to do I followed.
The Bouncer who was about 200 and something pound nod his head at Seth and opened the door to let us in. I was beyond shocked. Every club I've ever been to, I had to wait in lines. They'd always let the girls who barely had any clothes on it first even when they had just arrived. How did he manage to get us in so fast?
"How did you do that?"
"I have links." I raised my brows but didn't ask any question although I was curious to know about his links.
As we entered the club the scent of cologne mixed with body sweat and many other unknown fragrances hit my nose. The first thing I noticed in the club was polls and platforms that were around the place.
Turning to Seth I asked. "You made me drove all the to Queens to a strip club."
"It's not a regular strip club." He defended.
"Oh, really then woman don't strip on these polls then? That's so nice maybe." I stated sarcastically.
He shakes his head and laugh, "Yes, they do. But so do men. We came to this club because it features both sexes it has become one of most well-known club in New York City and that's why it's also known to be the place where a lot of single people come to mingle."
Shaking my head, I said. "I can't believe this, I really can't believe you made me come here."
"Come on," he said pulling me deeper in the club. We stopped at an empty island and sat. "Okay, so I noticed you're a bit angry at the world and by the world I mean, men..."
I didn't allow him to continue. "Wait a minute, I'm not angry at men." I shake my head to deny his claim.
"You are." He shouted above the loud music.
"I am not."
"You are."
"I'm not angry at men. I'm just angry when they feel like they can just come up to me like that." I hated when a guy just things he can just gets my head wrapped around his finger.
No, hell no.
"They can come to you. It's called free-will."
