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C5 Amelia's POV

I would have lost my nerve if Rach wasn't here with me, we were on a queue for our IDs to be checked in front of a club called 'Nightlife'

I know right cheesy, but this is the only club that doesn't look sleezy and is still in walking distance of the restaurant.

It gets to our turn and one bouncer authenticates our IDs while the other one flirts with Rach aggressively, I stiffle my laugh at her attempt to deflect the unwanted affection, but I let out a full blown graffaw as we enter the club and an obviously drunk man presses his manly bits against her ass whispering in her ear.

“You like this babygirl?"

“Ew no!" She screams but to air as he has already moved along, probably on his way to traumatise another unsuspecting female.

"Let's go get a drink" I speak into Rachel's ear as the music in here is so loud that I can feel some of my braincells die, Rach just looks as me in amazement and asks

"Who are you and what have you done with my bestfriend?" I just smile as we link our hands together so we don't lose each other as we are struggling our way to the bar.

The flashing lights and body heat combo is enough to get me so uncomfortable I just wanna race outta here, Rach notices the discomfort on my face and squeezes my hands, I squeeze back to tell her I'm OK.

We get to the bar and the bartender is hot!, her dark coloured tube top is tiny and her denim short is even tinier, her arms are covered with sleeves of tattoo and her nose piercing glitters in the ever changing light.

"What can I get for you ladies?" She asks with a smirk as she catches me checking her out.

"Vodka shots please, lots and lots of vodka shots" Rachel shouts, she takes out her card to pay but I swipe mine instead, she looks mad but I tell her i've got this one with a look and she understands, she bounces on her heels in excitement as the bartender goes to prepare our drinks and soon there is an expansive line of vodka shots in front of us.

I squeeze the slice of lemon into my mouth, place a little salt on my tongue and then throw the vodka back, I grimace as it burns it way down, Rach just takes hers straight ,tosses a second then a third one.

"Get me fucking littttt!" She screams and I laugh.

After we exhausted our drinks, we go to the middle of the dance floor and go crazy, we dance until we are so sweaty it's disgusting, the alcohol helps me let go of all my inhibitions and soon I'm singing at the top of my voice along with the rest of them to a song I don't even know,while Rachel is grinding on me in time to the beat,I'm having so much fun.

About an hour later, we're back at the bar just sitting when all of a sudden, Rachel practically falls into my lap.

"I'm going to the restroom, wanna join me?” Rachel slurs into my ears and knowing that I'm the most sober out of both of us I grab her and try my best to manoeuvre her to the toilet, it isn't easy trust me, it's like drunk Rachel doesn't know how to move her limbs.

I manage to get her in a stall and go back outside to wait, I hope she doesn't drown herself in her own urine or something, I giggle because that's such a funny thing to think, also because I'm drunk.

Rach comes out of the toilet unscathed and I'm glad, but as I turn to leave that area with her in tow we crash head first into somebody, and I loose my footing, I'm about to plummet to the sticky floor but that doesn't happen as I'm caught by someone's big hands wrapping around my waist, I look up at this stranger and I'm looking straight into the most beautiful gray eyes I've ever seen, too bad they look so fucking angry, his cheekbones sit high on his tan face and his mouth is the daintiest I've ever seen on a man.

I feel electricity going up my spine and I can feel my face go hot, I'm completely mesmerised, but Rachel chooses that moment to trip over air and fall- atleast she would've if the grey eyed stranger didn't drop me and catch her.

Yes, he quite literally dropped me on my ass but atleast he saved my bestfriend, the pain brings me out of my trance and I stand up as gracefully as I can manage and take Rachel -who is sniffing his hair and making sounds of appreciation - same girl, same!, out of his hands, he straightens and I'm left to stare at his buff chest, seriously, how perfect can one person be?!.

"Thank you, uhm we'll be on our way now" I say awkwardly and move to leave but Rachel is so unsteady, she falls back on me and I do not anticipate her move in time, we almost land on the floor again but the grey eyed Adonis of a man steadies us once more

“Seems you and your friend are wasted, why don't you come to where my friend and I are seating and rest a bit then I can get my driver to take you girls home".

First of all; his voice is literally the sexiest thing ever, then I drag my gaze off his face and look pass him at the friend who I'm just noticing, his golden hair is gelled in place and there's a mischievous smile on his angelic face, he's leaning on the wall like he's enjoying the show in front of him, I'm still speechless and Adonis just sighs,

“I'd definitely sit anywhere with such a handsome man as you are” Rachel slurred.

This girl would be the death of me.

“Matthew, come help me man and wipe that smirk off your face while you're at it".

The friend just smiles wider and takes Rach out of my arms, she nestles into him like she's known him forever and they start moving, the Adonis grabs my hand and another round of electricity shoots up from where he holds me to the base of my spine, my toes curl, my drunk brain short-circuits and I freeze- unable to walk, he mistakes it as me being unwilling to go anywhere with a stranger and he leans to me and whispers in my ear

“It's okay, I won't hurt you, just trust me" he's musky scent fills my nose momentarily overpowering any lingering doubts and all I can do is nod as he leads me by the hand and like a lamb led to the slaughter, I just followed the man who looks effortlessly breathtaking.

My mind tries to raise alarms that I don't know this guy, but my heart is screaming louder that there is something familiar in the way he holds my hand, that this was meant to be.

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