Chapter Six
Willow
What the fuck is happening right now. I’m in the back of the BMW that was parked outside our apartment just a couple days ago.
The guy Alina brought back, Lev, has pulled her onto his lap in his seat by the window.
They are laughing and chatting while hip-hop music plays in the background and then there’s me, squashed between them and none other than the God who picked Lev up the other morning.
When I first got in he barely spared me a glance before going back to his phone, not even a ‘Hi, hello, fuck you for ruining our drive to the club’, nothing.
Of course he’s an asshole. Nobody looks like he does and has a nice personality to match because that would just be too perfect.
“So Willow, Alina tells me you both work in a bookstore together. Do you enjoy the same dirty books she does?” I hear a laughter filled voice pulling me from my thoughts.
Instinctively I look up at the God wondering if it was him who’s finally decided to make conversation, but he still hasn’t looked from his phone.
He can clearly see me looking up at him and yet he doesn’t even grace me with a side-eye. This is so awkward. This is why I tell myself not to get caught up over how a guy looks.
“Hey, Willow.” I hear my name again and I realise I’ve been staring at the God for an awkward amount of time. Of course it was actually Lev who asked me the first question and now it’s Alina who’s singing my name to get my attention.
“Uhh sorry, the wine from dinner is making me a little tipsy.” I try to laugh the very obvious staring at the God off as I turn to look at them both.
Lev looks at me with the same boyish grin he gave me the morning I saw him leaving our apartment.
“It’s all good Willow. I’ll keep Ivan on standby so you guys can get home again tonight.” He teases with a wink and I feel my face flushing.
“Absolutely not. We have work tomorrow so we’re only having a couple tonight to celebrate Willows birthday.” Alina chimes in to save me from saying something that will make me embarrass myself further.
“Ohhh well happy birthday Willow. We’ll get you girls a private booth on the balcony so you can relax tonight then, won’t we D?” Lev says before he brings a hand up to move Alina’s hair away from her shoulder and starts whispering in her ear.
She has a hand on one of his arms that’s holding her tight around her waist, and I can see her start to dig her nails into him.
So here I am, wedged between my best friend whose probably close to an orgasm from Lev’s words alone and an absolute unholy hot jackass of a man who hasn’t spoke one word to me but who is making me forget my own name.
I don’t even know his name. Lev called him ‘D’, but surely his name isn’t just one letter.
I let out a sigh as I stare forward, hands on my lap awkwardly holding my clutch bag and trying not to touch this man beside me anymore than our thighs already are.
I want nothing more than the driver of this car to do an emergency stop so I’m catapulted through the windscreen. Happy birthday to me.
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Unfortunately there was no catapulting and I survived the rest of the car ride over to the club.
Fortunately for me, it was only a further five minutes of a drive from where they picked us up, sorry, where Lev picked us up from, because this D guy still hasn’t uttered a single word to me or any of us, clearly irritated by our presence.
He must have an extra set of eyes on his head because he didn’t even trip up getting out of the car while he was nose deep in his phone.
He gives off ‘I’m an older, responsible, scary man’ vibes while Lev is some kind of puppy that he’s been stuck with that he can’t train correctly.
I wish Alina hadn’t answered Lev’s texts now and we had just went to another club.
“Okay ladies, we have some business to take care of before we meet you up there. Your names are on the list at the door so just skip the queue and someone will be there to take you to a booth. Any drinks you both want, it’s on the house.” Lev says as he stares at Alina like he wants to eat her.
“Thanks.” I mutter more rudely than I usually am, but I’m in a mood now due to ‘D’.
I start to walk towards the entrance to the club wondering if ‘D’ stands for Dickhead, because that’s what he’s coming across as.
Have I rationalised that I’m being petty because I think ‘D’ is ridiculously hot and I’m watching as Lev gives Alina the kind of attention I want?
Yes. Yes I am. But after being screwed over by someone who swore I was once his everything, watching another guy now pretend I don’t exist feels like salt being rubbed into the wound.
Maybe being petty is all I have left, or maybe I just need another drink?
“You’re the best Lev, thank you!” Alina screeches, causing me to stop my ridiculous thoughts and halt my steps.
I turn towards them as she slinks her arms around his neck and he plants his hands on her hips before he bends down towards her and kisses her cheek, her neck, then her lips.
Some girls in the queue gasp and then I hear them muttering something about Lev being spoken for now as ‘Dickhead’ smacks him on the back of the head and pulls him by the collar of his suit jacket away from Alina.
“See you ladies soon.” Lev blows kisses to us both while laughing as they walk away towards a side entrance and I roll my eyes while Alina giggles making her way towards me.
“Come on Wills, we have a booth and bottle service. Smileeee.” She sings to me as we make our way past the judging looks of other girls outside the club towards the door.
I’m gonna need a hell of a lot more than a couple of drinks tonight if ‘D for dickhead’ joins us later.