30. Wrinley
Wrinley
I swipe my hands down my hips. I didn’t exactly dress club appropriate today, but I’m not here for the usual club activities, either. I didn’t exactly come here with a plan. I just showed up. Since my visit with Arabella, I’ve had these nagging feelings lingering in my gut that I just can’t shake.
Do I have feelings for Axel? There are an equal amount of moments where I feel certifiably insane when I think about that very real possibility and when I think my heart might crack the longer I’m away from him.
Ultimately, I’ve decided I need something to help me figure out which side I actually land on and I can only do that if he’s on board.
There’s also the issue of apartment security that I think I need his help with.
I have a feeling the mysterious finger banger is still lingering around, despite my attempts at blowing him off.
I’m even pretty sure he’s been in my apartment.
More mornings than I can count, I’ve opened my eyes convinced I could still feel him there with me.
I think I would have been okay with it before Axel crawled under my skin and took up residence, but now…
I need him to go away. And I’m fairly confident Axel is the right person to ask for help with that.
Damien, the sexy as hell bouncer that oozes big daddy energy, clears his throat to interrupt my thoughts and usher me through the door where I make my way to the counter to pick up my guest pass–at least I’m hoping there’s still one here for me. Otherwise, I’ll have to find another way to get in.
“Picking up a guest pass for Wrinley Jaymes.”
“Good evening, Miss Jaymes. Welcome to Gravity,” she greets me. “I don’t have a guest pass here for you, but I do have your new member card.”
What the hell? “There has to be a mistake. I’m not a member. There’s no way in hell I can afford that.”
She types away on her keyboard. Damn, she’s fast. “Looks like your membership was set up this morning and you’re paid in full.”
“Paid in full for how long?” I ask, while I wrack my brain to figure out how I’m going to cover this when the time is up.
“Forever,” she chirps.
“Forever?” I parrot. Surely, I didn’t hear her correctly. Maybe I need to clean out my ears.
“Forever.” There. She said it again. “Your account is labeled as lifetime, so I guess maybe it’s not actually forever and more like… until you… you know…” she motions her thumb across her neck in a slicing motion, sticks out her tongue and tilts her fucking head.
Jesus.
“Okay, I got it,” I wince as I peer across the counter to see her name. “Lesly. Thank you so much for your help.”
She didn’t say anything about my outfit so I guess I won’t either.
I make my way over to the bar and find Roxie pouring drinks like a mother fucking rockstar. I’m not a lesbian, but I’d try pussy for her. She’s hot as fuck and looks a little mean. I stretch my wrist over the bartop and show her my wristband. “Hey, Roxie, can you make me something dirty, please?”
She scans my wristband and it beeps. “Sorry, love. No can do. Looks like you’re on the naughty list.”
I grab her hand in a desperate attempt to get her to help me.
I have to find the courage to be extremely vulnerable with my bff’s brother and I’d much rather use the liquid variety as opposed to the “I’m-just-a-girl-standing-in-front-of-a-boy” variety.
A drink might be the one thing that makes the difference and keeps me from dying a slow, vulnerable death.
Unease sneaks up my spine.
Shit.
What am I doing?
He hasn’t murdered me yet, but what if tonight is the night my lifetime membership ends… before I even get to enjoy it. “Please, Roxie. Just one little baby drink,” I whine, jutting out my bottom lip and offering her my best pout.
“The rules are there for a reason, love.” She shakes her head and wanders off to help someone that can actually order a drink. I knew I should have done a couple shots before I came here.
I turn and lean against the edge of the bar, my eyes landing at the office doors upstairs. I can’t see much, but there’s movement and it looks like someone may be in there talking to him.
Interesting.
I’m so fucking curious about what it is that Axel talks about with people he isn’t fucking. Maybe it’s time for me to do a little spying for a change, instead of always being the spyee.