Allie
I'm getting dressed in my little apartment to go downtown and meet Xavier. He's invited me to a club called Minx that I've never been to before.
I'm hopeful about tonight. I've been feeling so blue since losing out on that major app commercial. I mean, I'm satisfied with the one I did, but I still have no idea what it's for and thus no idea if it will propel my career forward or not like I hope.
I'm excited, though, to get out of the house and to shake things up. Xavier is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but he's the hottest guy in town, there's no denying that.
Butterflies are swirling around in my stomach as I think about seeing him again. He's so tall and domineering. His very presence makes me weak in the knees and so fucking wet.
I'm trying to rummage through my closet and find a decent outfit. As soon as I get paid for this last gig I’m going on the biggest shopping spree.
I decide on a simple black dress. You can't go wrong with that. It's tight and will hug every curve in just the right way.
I've always been slim but being a model has taken that to new heights. I'm so good about watching what I eat, eating clean, and going to the gym. The gym is one membership that I can't afford not to splurge on.
I hope tonight all my hard work counts and that Xavier notices my tight little body and appreciates it.
For a minute, my eyes glaze over as I imagined him taking me in the club bathroom or somewhere else equally as public and risky.
All I want to do is be around this guy. It's so not like me. But with Xavier, there's this carnal, raw passion that cannot be denied. I want to get to know him, sure, but more than that, I want his rock-hard body on top of mine. Inside of mine.
I curl my blonde hair so that it cascades elegantly over my shoulders, slip on some heels, and am out the door.
I grab a cab and am soon downtown. The club appears to be in the same building as Xavier's penthouse. How obvious of him. I smile, hoping the evening ends up in his penthouse.
There's a line down the block to get into Minx. I walk to the front of the line and give them his name and am led right in. Knowing people in high places has its perks for sure.
The club isn’t huge. It has more of a boutique feel. There are plush, cozy places to sit and lots of sexy magic going on.
For a moment, I contemplate hitting the dance floor by myself until Xavier can find me. There's no way I'm perusing this place for him. He'll have to come to me.
I sit at the bar and order a drink.
"Vodka soda please," I say to the bartender.
He's cute, but nothing compared to the man I'm waiting for.
I sit with my drink at the bar and casually look around, hoping to find him.
And that's when I see it. I feel like someone punches me in the stomach as I watch him walk in with another girl. And guess what? It's not just any girl—it's the same fucking girl who got the app release commercial ahead of me.
He's brought my nemesis to the club? What the fuck?
Number one, I thought this was a date. Number two, I don't understand why he would bring her of all people.
Is he doing it just to hurt me? I just divulged to him the fact that I'm really upset about losing out on that commercial. He must've done this on purpose.
All these conflicting emotions are swirling inside of me but the one that is foremost is feeling the life draining out of me as I realize Xavier is fucking another girl.
Here I thought I was the only one. Here I've dared to dream of a life with him. How could I have been so stupid?
He's a player and I should've known it. I don't know whether I should sneak out of the club and go home or if I should stay and confront this thing head-on.
Soon I don't have a choice because he's walking right towards me with this girl on his arm.
"Hi, Allie, this is Olivia. You guys know each other? You're both models."
Olivia says to me, "No, Allie and I have never met. Where have you been working, Allie? Because I never see you around Hard Pressed."
Oh my God, this is so humiliating. This girl is an actual model who books actual jobs, like the one I was pining for. And here I am, some nobody trying to make a name for myself having to explain everything to Xavier and this girl.
Well, I'm determined to not let it come off like that. I have to paint myself in the best light.
"Hi, Olivia," I say indifferently, as if I don't care at all about the fact that her hand is grazing Xavier's bicep. "I try to pick and choose my jobs carefully. I've only just been introduced to the Hard Pressed studio environment. It's working out very well."
I plaster on a fake smile.
"Oh yeah? What have you been in?" she asks.
"Well," I say without missing a beat. "I just did a commercial for them. Besides that, nothing really. I've been pretty booked up," I lie.
Xavier looks at me like he knows the truth. He looks at me like he's peering right into my soul and that he's happy I'm humiliated.
Why did I have to choose this bad boy over all the others? I almost feel like he wants to hurt me, but I'm not gonna let it happen.
"I was just having a drink," I say. "Will you guys join me? And then we can hit the dance floor."
Xavier takes it up a notch and orders bottle service in a VIP area. There's no way I could get into the VIP area on my own. I've always been invited because there's no way I can afford it myself.
Good thing Xavier's paying. He could probably buy the entire building.
He orders a bottle of expensive vodka and all three of us partake. It's just us in this cozy little booth. How great.
He's watching me the whole time like he wants to see my reaction. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm upset.
I sip my drink and try to make small talk with Olivia even though I can't stand the sight of her.
Xavier starts flirting aggressively with Olivia right in front of me. What the fucking hell is this bullshit? This hurts like you wouldn't believe, but I fight back the tears and act normally.
He's flaunting his affection for her in my face and I can barely stand it. What an asshole.
The night moves on and we hit the dance floor. He's dancing between Olivia and me, but mostly he's dancing with her.
It's too much to deal with so I make my way back to the VIP booth, pissed as fuck. I didn't want to come out in the first place and I should've listened to and respected that intuition.
I decide the only way to get through this evening in one piece is to drink even more. I help myself to the expensive vodka, and boy, does it go down nice.
Eventually, Olivia and Xavier come join me with smiles on their faces like they just had the best time ever. They're hot and sweaty from dancing so long and I'm about to get sick over it.
I might as well go out with guns blazing. I decide it's my turn to flirt with Xavier, even though I tell myself I will never trust him again. But I want to make Olivia jealous.
I lean into him and whisper in his ear about how bad I want to suck his cock right here in the club. The vodka's starting to kick in. I say that maybe we should do it here in the booth.
I see a devious smile spread across his face and I can tell he's delighted with my suggestion.
"You would really do that?" he says, staring into my eyes as if he's looking for certain truth.
"I would with you," I say honestly.
Even though I feel like he's out to hurt me tonight, I honestly would give myself to this man. He's everything I want and I don't want to lose him now, especially to some stupid model like Olivia.
He's rubbing my leg and things are starting to heat up. I can tell Olivia feels uncomfortable because she's no longer part of it. She's no longer the focus of his gaze and that makes me so fucking happy. He's looking at only me, and that's the way it should be.
Then Xavier says, "Maybe we should make it a threesome?"
Olivia and I exchange horrified glances. I would never do anything intimate with her. The fact that he said that makes me furious. What could his motive possibly be to hurt me like that?
"Maybe I should just leave you two here to go at it," I say, thinking about making a swift exit.
"What's wrong with you, Allie? Are you jealous?" he says with a wicked grin, as if he already knows the answer.
Now I'm really angry, and I might have had a little too much to drink, so I feel bolder than ever.
"I can't believe you brought another girl, Xavier. I can see exactly what kind of a guy you are."
This conversation is painful because as much as I want to hate him, I can’t deny the insane chemistry between us. He’s so fucking hot, and even though some girl is draped all over him, I can't help but have the desire to be his only one.
"Oh, come on, Allie, don't be a spoilsport. We can all get along, can't we?" he says smoothly.
Oh, fucking fantastic. So this is how the rest of the night is gonna be.