-The Club-

Playing: 🎶Fuckboy Anthems by Benjackson Troy.🎶

Xander's POV

I try to unlock the car door, rather it doesn't budge, pertaining more force to jerk it open, it still resists. In an attempt to focus more on the task at hand I discard my cap and position it on the roof of my Porsche.

Applying the right effort with a clearer vision, I succeed and drop my weight in the driver's seat. Starting the ignition, I maneuver out of the wood path into the city.

My orbs spot a small lively club, my taste buds a bit dry, and my body nonetheless chilly and in need of a drink. I steer the vehicle into the parking lot and turn off the engine.

"Damn!" I let out, about to place the cap on my head and recalling I left it on the car roof. In search of another object for disguise, I retrieve a plain black hat from the glove department which luckily was left there a few days ago.

I don it on my dark curls, stooping it a tad to cover my eyes, and step out afterward, inhaling the night cold air. I lock the doors with the remote control and saunter into the area.

Glancing around, I squint at the flashy lights and the loud music. I know I'm a musician and I'm not supposed to cringe at the environment but I prefer music when it is at a reasonable volume not sounding as if it's pounding in my brain.

My vision becomes adjusted to the disco lights, prompting me to admire the interior hence it's not what I imagined it to be. It was of a fitting description to the saying that "never judge a book by its cover"

I saunter through the crowd of grinding sweaty bodies till I find the bar. Taking a seat on the tall stool I order shots of martini, the hat on my head hiding my identity from everyone.

I down each shot in one go, reveling in its taste and its effect on me as it makes me calmer as I think back on the new deal I made with Azazel. Swirling on my chair, I spot a few ladies in the corner. Guessing there's no harm in starting now I signal one to come over.

She ambles in my direction, her skinny legs made visible by the open-back gold dress she's wearing that rhymes well with her pale skin. Her blonde hair resting on her shoulder in straight waves that frame her long face consisting of a round nose, hollow cheekbones, green eyes, and bright red lips.

"Hello handsome," she smiles sweetly, reaching me.

"Hello pretty, you look so hot to be alone," I smirk, running a finger down her bare arm. "Have a seat."

"What a gentleman," she beams, leaning into my touch.

"Your name beautiful?" I invite as she puts her body on the stool.

"The name's Angela," she giggles and consumes the drink handed to her by the barman. "Yours?"

"I'm Miles," I inform, bobbing my head.

"Okay Miles, why are you here?" She queries, her voice hushed.

"Same question I should be asking you, baby," I let out, scratching my overnight stubble.

"Smartypants," she laughs, her lids hooded as I feel the nape of her pointy heel gliding up my left leg.

"It seems you want to get into my pants love," I snigger, biting my lip lightly.

"I don't deny that," she grins, crouching to place her palm on my crotch region.

"Does this club have rooms?" I inquire, sensing my organs get riled up.

"Sure they do," she gleams, lifting herself off the high chair. "Follow me."

Complying, I trudge behind her through the noisy crowd into a quiet hallway that I presume has rooms. She halts at the third one on the right. Lending me a seductive smile over her shoulder she pushes it open and strides in.

I proceed after her, kicking the door closed with my foot the same time she turns on the light to the red background interior, only the sheet on the bed is different thus they are of a black hue.

She twirls rapidly and pins me to the wall, crashing her lips on mine, her fingers running down my chest as she unbuttons the navy blue long-sleeved shirt.

To gain control, I shed the top and switch our positions such that she's the one clamped to the wall. I run my tongue down her throat, my arm sliding to her back where I unzip the dress, unhooking her bra at the same time.

The instant it drops to the tiled floor, I haul her into my arms and drop her unceremoniously on the mattress, climbing in between her legs and unbuckling my pants. She takes this as an opportunity and gets rid of her undies just in the right moment for me to drive my member into her opening, riding her till we are both spent.

*******

I become conscious of the morning light directly on my lids. Unfolding them I groan, sitting up to catch sight of the black hat laying on the ground.

"Fuck!" I clamor as I realize what happened last night.

"Surprised?" A voice I remember quizzes in a laugh. "I thought you wouldn't wake up at all."

"What are you still doing here Alice?" I implore, not sure if that's her name.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Also, my name is Angela," she scoffs and I hear a clicking note. "Oops, I forgot to turn off the shutter sound."

"Are you taking pictures of me?" I poll, my teeth clenched in rage.

"Well duh, you are my ticket to fame bruh, I'm already trending on Twitter, especially after I took pictures of us while you were still in dreamland," she snorts, shrugging at my appalled expression.

"Get out," I mutter lowly, snatching on my boxer briefs beside my toes.

"What did you say?" She questions, probably not hearing my command.

"I said get the hell out!" I bark out in anger, stomping towards her.

"You can't do that, I mean I'm still in my undies," she declines gazing at me in disbelief.

"Watch me," I speak, yanking her by the arm and shoving her in the direction of the wooden door.

"Stop molesting me!" She shrieks. "I'll sue you for this!"

"I'll like to see you try," I sneer, unlatching the door to throw her out in the now busy hallway. "Stay there while I get your clothes."

I stroll back to the bed, amidst her screams, and pluck up her dress as if it's garbage, and return to dump it in her face.

"What are you doing?" A female voice asks as I'm about to do this.

In fury I channel my gaze in her path to see a chocolate-skinned lady gaping back at me with dark blue eyes, her long black hair plaits packed high on her head in a ponytail bringing out the features of her oval face.

I am stunned for a moment at her calm but enchanting beauty, her cute cheekbones filled to frame her brown full lips and straight pointed nose. The leather jacket she's wearing doing nothing to hide the cleavage exposed by her purple sleeveless blouse tucked into the ripped jeans that hug her womanly curves.

"He's a monster!" Angela cries out, cutting my train of thoughts and bringing me back to the situation at hand.

"What is the problem with you men, how can you just use and dump a half-naked lady in the busy hallway of a club after a one-night stand. Even if you want to, at least do it with some decency and not like a deranged animal!" The lady reprimands prompting me to peer at her in amazement and anger.

"Do you have any idea whom you are speaking to?" I consult, surprised at her bravery.

"Yes I do Mr. Miles, which is why I'm astounded at your behavior," she fires, rolling her eyes.

"Then shut up you ugly piece of shit and do your fucking job!" I command, dispersing the two of them and slamming the door in their faces.

"I need to have a few words with the manager about this," I mutter under my breath and begin the search for my clothes. When I find them I tug them on my skin and exit the door in a quest to find the man in question.

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