Armani’s pov
I let my gaze sweep over the club for a few more moments before breathing out a sigh and getting out of my car.
Before deciding on this particular one, I made sure to carry out my research properly, making complete sure that this particular isn’t affiliated in any way to Luca or James. I wanted to go to a club where I’d be completely unknown, which is why I had driven a good two hours all the way to this location.
I slammed my car shut and pocketed the keys before sweeping my gaze around everywhere at once. I didn’t come here with any guards, and I know Luca wouldn’t be pleased, but I believe I’ve been lowkey enough after the unfortunate incident that befell me right after a few days I arrived here, and now, I believe a lot of people would have even forgotten about my existence, which means it’s not going to be a big deal to come to somewhere like this on my own.
I puffed out a long exhale before making my way to the entrance of the club which was filled up with people who were on a single file. I dutifully waited in Line until it got to my turn, and then I presented my id– a fake one, of course.
Once I was inside in, everything in me got strung tightly at once.
This kind of place wasn’t my scene at all and once again, I asked myself what I’m doing here right now.
Everywhere in the club felt packed and it was starting to feel hot despite the fact that I had just arrived. I glanced around, eyes ghosting over the people dancing together on the dance floor, and to the people making out and exchanging smokes on the sidelines.
I dragged my gaze around some more, and on noticing the bar, I headed over at once. There was an empty stool which I grabbed at once, motioning the bartender over with a flick of my index finger.
“Give me something strong.” I informed him, and once he left to do as requested, I found myself glancing around in curiosity once again.
This entire thing wasn’t my scene, but for some unknown reasons, I feel like trying it out once again. I had gotten a pack of cigarettes because of this, not because I smoke, but because I wanted to give off a vibe of someone who knows his game.
I fished out the pack of cigar and fished a stick out but refrained from lighting it, because the smell wasn’t going to make my nose burn. Smoking cigarettes was definitely not my thing, I’ve tried it multiple times while at school, due to peers influences, but I didn’t like it back then and I’m very certain I wouldn’t like it now.
Once my drink arrived, I chugged it down at once before demanding for another one. The bartender offered me a polite nod before proceeding to do as told. He didn’t regard me as someone that didn’t belong or someone that didn’t know what he was doing in here, and that pleased me immensely.
I knew the outfit I had on tonight was definitely part of the reason behind that. I had made sure to dress like some sort of shameless, arrogant playboy, and so far, that look seems like it was working because I could feel multiple eyes on me at different intervals, and each time I locked eyes with those looks, it was always filled up with anticipation and desire.
“Here’s your drink.” The bartender’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts the next moment. I accepted the drink with a pleased hum and slowly sipped on it. The sound of the music around me sounded nice, but coupled with the voices of multiple people talking at once, it didn’t sound all that noise, proving to me once again, that this wasn’t my scene at all.
I took another sip of my drink, already starting to feel a low buzz through my veins, which is definitely the influence of the drink I’m currently nursing. I let my eyes dart around once again, eyes lingering on two girls grinding against each other at the other side of the room. They were both staring at each other as they slowly moved against each other, the chemistry flowing between them right now is definitely undeniable.
I was about to take another sip of my drink when a movement from the side of my eyes caught my attention at once. Not wanting to be obvious, I took a long sip of my drink and let my eyes dart sideways to settle on the new figure that had pulled up the spot beside me.
At once, I felt taken aback and If I hadn’t swallowed the drink in my mouth, I might have choked on it.
The person was a woman.
A ridiculously attractive woman– it was almost impossible for me to believe that she was real. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I wasn’t currently hallucinating.
When she glanced at me in the next moment and our faces locked, I decided at once that she was very much real and hands down the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
She’s currently dressed in a pair of dark leather pants that hugged every inch of her hips and thighs, clenching around the small size of her waist. She paired that with a tank top bra, leaving the rest of her body bare. She had so many tattoos that looking at them right now made me get a little bit dizzy. It made something inside of me begin to thump at once.
She had a full sleeve of tattoos that got all the way to her fingers, it also crept up one side of her neck and I wondered if she had more tattoos on other parts of her body.
When our gazes locked again, a knowing smile slowly stretched out on her face, and the smile was so pretty, it blinded me for a second. A smile gleaming like silver, paired with every other thing about her that screams nothing but danger; is definitely a combination a sane person should steer clear of.
But then I’ve never claimed to be sane to begin with.