The Silvia Saga: Boxset

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Dara

It’s almost been a week since the encounter with the guy at the store and I stupidly still can’t get him out of my head. The way he carried himself, his laid-back attitude, and sense of humour. The way he ran his hand over his cock. Fuck. Snap out of it.

I’m on my way home after a hike in the forest near our house. I quickly send a text to Kayla.

Hey, girl, what’s up? Are we still heading out for my birthday?

My phone buzzes instantly with her response.

Hell, yes, we are!!!! See you when you get back.

I slide my phone into my pocket and continue along the track toward home.

The apartment foyer is dead quiet. My shoes squeak against the polished tiles. I step into the elevator and ride up to our level. As soon as I enter, I find Kayla glued to the TV, sipping on a beer.

“You’re starting early?” I smile. She’s still in her pyjamas lying on the sofa. “Have you moved from there today?” I laugh.

“Nah, just been watching Netflix. I probably should go have a shower and get ready. Where are we heading tonight?” She snuggles farther into the couch, looking as though she has no plans of moving anytime soon.

I flop next to her. I know I’ll only be here a minute though. I just can’t chill all day watching television. Not from lack of trying either. I always have to have something with me whether it’s a colouring book or some craft activity to keep me active. Part of me enjoys it but the other part wishes I could just lay here and enjoy the relaxation. “I was thinking of hitting up that new bar, Unsecured. It looks cool. The girls from work were talking about it. Think we have some healthy competition there.”

She jumps up from the couch and necks her beer in record time. “Sweet, well I am going to get ready. I have already had a few beers, so you’ll have to catch up.” Kayla chuckles and walks out of the room. Well, that’s one way to get her up and motivated.

Being a Thursday, it should be a busy night out. I’m heading off on my trip tomorrow which happens to be my twenty-fifth birthday. I sigh, falling back into the seat. How can I be turning a quarter of a century? Growing up, I imagined that I’d own a house and have a husband or boyfriend by this age, but none of that’s true. Part of me thinks that I should have those things and the other half says fuck what society expects and just keep living life like every day is your last. I don’t need those things to make me fulfilled. As long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters. I need to start enjoying these moments in my life.

This is no way to start a night out in a state of overanalysing everything. Grabbing my phone, I scroll through my emails while waiting for Kayla to get out of the shower so I can get ready. I’m keen to have a fun last night out before I head off.

After five more minutes, I finally have had enough of sitting here waiting. Walking over to the bathroom, I bang on the door and yell to Kayla, “Are you finished yet? Hurry up, bitch!”

A few moments later I hear the water turning off and her cursing through the door, “Yes, Dar, hold ya fucking horses! I am coming out now.”

I laugh.

The door flings open and Kayla storms out, a towel wrapped around her body and a scowl twisting her lips—but it twitches a little every now and then like she’s trying to hold back a smile. Covering my mouth with my hand, I try and hold back the laugh that threatens to burst out. When Kayla attempts to act all tough, her face is priceless. She attempts to look serious, but it’s always quickly replaced by a shit-eating grin. As I walk past, I pull her in for a side hug and she tries to push me off.

“Leave. Me. Alone,” she says through gritted teeth, but I can hear the laughter in her voice.

She whacks the back of my head and runs off before I can even give chase.

Giggling, I shut the door and jump into the shower, washing off the dirt and sweat. Once out, I go to my room in search of something to wear. This should be interesting.

“Kayla! Get in here—I need help,” I yell into the hallway.

She barges through the door wearing the hottest short black lace dress. It’s strapless and hugs all her curves. She looks stunning.

I pick my jaw up off the ground and gesture to her. “Fuck, you look good! Help me—I need to find something hot to wear.”

“Relax. Come with me. We won’t find anything sexy in your closet. You have no dresses, just pants and T-shirts.” Kayla laughs while pulling me toward her bedroom.

I fall onto her bed before leaning on my elbows as she flicks through her cupboard and pulls out a short, skimpy deep-blue dress. “Yes, this will look hot on you, Dar. You have the best body but never show it off. Are you crazy?” Kayla raises her brows, waving her hand up and down my body.

Shaking my head, I sigh. She’s right—I never wear anything too revealing, but that’s just because I hate the attention that it might bring to me. I much prefer fading into the background and not being the centre of someone’s mind. The dress covers my head in the next second, Kayla’s hyena-like cackle filling the room.

“You will be wearing this or we aren’t going anywhere,” she says.

I groan. “Fine. I will try it on, but I will be so uncomfortable. The amount of fabric, or lack of it, is ridiculous.” I gather up the dress, heading back to my room to pick out a matching pair of sexy black lace underwear and a bra. After putting them on, I instantly regret it. The way these undies are riding up my arse, I would rather go commando. I always go for comfort over sexiness, but tonight I am going to make an exception for once. If I’m going to wear this sexy dress, the underwear has to match.

I put on the dress and Kayla’s there, zipping it up. I turn around, running my hands over the soft fabric. Kayla claps her hands together and almost jumps up and down.

“I take that as an approval?”

“Holy fuck, you look so hot! I don’t think I have ever seen you in a dress before. You should do it more often. You’re most definitely getting laid tonight.”

My cheeks heat as I turn around, looking in the mirror. I step forward, running my gaze over the tight-fitting dress. She’s right. I do look good. It’s an off-the-shoulder dress that’s all the rage right now. It fits my body, showing off all my curves. It does sit rather high above my knees though.

“I don’t know, Kayla …. You sure it isn’t too short?” I ask, eyeing myself in the mirror.

“Are you kidding me? No, you have to wear it!”

“Okay fine.” This feels way outside of my comfort zone, but a part of me does feel good and sexy. It’s definitely one way to catch guys’ attention, and that’s what I need—someone to blow off some steam with before I leave.

“Wait, you need some sexy heels to finish it off,” Kayla yells, running back to her closet.

“Don’t you dare bring anything out that is too high. I won’t even be able to walk in them! The smallest heel possible please,” I holler.

Kayla comes out of her closet with a pair of black ankle boots that have a little heel. Perfect. They are made of velvet and have the front toe area cut out.

“Yes, thank you. These will be great. At least I will be able to manage,” I say, grabbing them from her. After pulling them on, I stand up. I’m a little wobbly at first, but I manage to find my feet before I turn around, checking myself in the mirror again. Perfect.

“All right, I just have to go put on my face, fix up this mop, and then let’s bounce,” I say, pulling my hair out of its ponytail and letting it fall down my back.

I can’t remember the last time I got my hair cut at the salon. I let it go naturally. Who has time for that pamper shit anyway? Certainly not me. I have way better things to do with my time. After putting on some light makeup, brushing my hair and braiding it down my back, I’m ready to go. Well, as ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll feel more confident once I get some drinks in my system.

I head out to the hall to check in with Kayla.

“Hey, girl, you ready to go? How do I look?” I ask as I walk into our bathroom.

She pulls the hot iron away, revealing her perfectly straight hair, and looks me up and down. “You are not keeping your hair like that. It doesn’t go with what you're wearing.”

I run my hand over my braid, and she laughs. She struts over and pulls out my hair tie, letting my hair fall naturally. “Wear it out for once. Let these beautiful locks free,” she says, twirling my hair in her fingers.

“Looks like I have no choice now, do I?” I say, laughing.

“Yep, let’s roll. I just ordered an Uber, so it should be here any minute.” Kayla gives herself a last look in the mirror. She is such a natural beauty but tends to put a lot of makeup on that she doesn’t need, but she won’t listen to me. I lean over and give her a hug. “You’re really beautiful, Kayla.”

She pokes her tongue out at me. “Ah, whatever. Let’s go.”

But as we race toward the door, I smile, hoping my friend knows her worth. I grab my little shoulder bag and head out with Kayla hot on my tail.

The Uber is waiting out front. We hop in and I tell the driver where to go. In typical Uber-style, he offers us a bottle of water and some chewing gum. I grab some gum and quickly put it in my bag for later. Kayla covers her laugh as she glances out the window.

We pull up to the bar twenty minutes later. I yank open the car door, glad to feel the fresh air on my face. Being stuck in a confined space for long periods does not sit well with me. I need fresh air; there’s nothing quite like the feel of it.

The bar is located right in the city on a busy street. The exterior of the bar is made of deep red bricks with black-trimmed windows. It’s a two-story building that is sandwiched between two Italian restaurants. There’s a huge line waiting to get in; it’s the first week they’re open. So, I am not surprised to see how busy it is.

We walk to the end of the cue and join the line that is a good fifty people long. Fuck, it’s going to take all night just to make it to the front. One of the security guards starts strolling down the line and looks to be picking out people to enter.

The security guard strides slowly past us, eyeing us up and down. Then he stops and says, “Hey there, you two. Come to the front of the line.” Followed by a wink.

Everyone around us gives us death stares and voices their complaints.

Tough luck, bitches. We are heading to the top. I do a little victory dance to rub it in even further to the dicks in the line.

When we make it to the entrance Kayla nudges her hip against mine and whispers in my ear, “See? You look hot AF right now. It has its benefits.”

“All right, ladies. Welcome to Unsecured. I hope you enjoy your evening. See you in there later,” Mr Security Guard says after checking our IDs.

We thank him and head inside. The music is pumping, the crowd is wild, and something tells me this is about to be the best birthday yet.