V.I.P
OLIVER SHOULDERED THROUGH THE crowd again as the girl complained behind him.
"Where are you taking me." She tried slapping his arm, "Slow down, I'll fall in these heels."
"Then keep up." He rolled his eyes, "We both need to change out of the smell of your sour vomit, don't we?"
"I want to know where?" She asked and Oliver stiffen for a brief moment. That sexy British accent that came out from time and time always manages to make his thoughts wander.
"We're going in here." He dropped her wrist when he turned to her. "Relax." He turned to a door marked V.I.P and send a look to the man guarding the door who let him in immediately. In the V.I.P room—a place he often visited in the club—was filled with loud music, much more deafening. The lights glowed red when they walked through a hall, the girl following at his side despite her dismay.
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They walked through the hall until they reached the entrance to what really went on at the V.I.P room. Chairs were spread out around the room and seated in them was very horny men, spending their money because they knew they had a lot. They drank and littered on the floors, picking and choosing which strippers they wanted to hit on with.
The ladies on the stage pressed their sweaty bodies against the cold poles, revealing more and more of their flesh as they tried to please. Breasts, hips, ass. Oliver looked down at the girl, finding her to quiet and smirked when he saw her pink cheeks. But staring at the women longer, whom exposed themselves with confidence her face fell and so did something in his chest, hating her without a smile.
The girl was visually uncomfortable in where they were and turned her face saw two persons kissing with their tongues.
She felt small, kind of his doing by imidating her. However she was unaware of her own beauty, uncomfortable in her own skin though she looked fucking beautiful. To the corner of his eyes, he noticed drunken men sending sultry*looks her way and grabbed her arm, he didn't know why but after what happened earlier he did not want anyone feeling as though she was theirs to take. No matter how much he despised her.
"I know someone that can get you a change of clothes." He held her arm again and escorted her through to the back room where dressing was done. He knocked on the white door first and when no one answered he pushed it open.
A woman stepped out in the middle of the room, skin naked and highlighted in golden glitter. Once she sees him, her face lit up brighter than the glitter.
"Oliver? What's brings you here." She eyed his body, biting her lips. "Thought you left me for good."
"And I did. That's not why I'm here Patricia." He bent and picked up a towel from a stool. He then threw it to her and shoved the girl in front of him, holding her shoulders he lowered his eyes on her. "She needs a change of clothes." He instructed, "The best you can find."
Patricia pursed her lips when she wrapped the towel around her body, staring at the girl with an amusing smile on her face. She jumped a brow before she went through her wardrobe and pulled out clothes that Oliver only hoped was her actual best suit.
"Here." She shoved the clothes against Stephanie's chest and then gestured to her to makeup artist, "She'll show you where to change." She furrowed her brows, "You seriously stink…both of you."
She waited until she was out the door before she turned to him again.
The man shook his head at her and the speculative brows.
"What? She's cute."
"Not what you think, Patricia." He practically ripped the shirt off his body when he pulled it off his head and dropped it on the floor, remaining in a thin fabric vest. Having her ignore his offer was already frustrating enough.
She shrugged, combing her fingers through her ginger colored curls. "Just saying she's cute. Come on Oliver, I know you and me only got around once we were in the sheets together but I know you—" She smirked, "—You've definietly thought about her."
"Fuck, Patricia." He growled, "What exactly is your nagging, huh? I've hooked up with lots of women so tell me, what exactly are you nagging about because whether what you say is true, considering how well you know me, would it be a surprise?"
"You're right," She nodded, "It won't be. No difference at all."
"I have to leave. Where'd you sent her."
Patricia smirked after hearing his question, "You know."
He furrowed his brows and pointed at her when he pushed open the door, "I'll deal with you once I get back."