Page 4 of Beautiful Chaos

Even if she hadn’t already caught my eye, that would have surely made me take notice.

I found myself feeling protective over this spirited, nameless little spitfire, so I chose to stick around a bit longer to keep an eye on her, just to ensure she got away okay and on her own.

It didn’t take long for her to get up, clutching her purse and jacket as she surveyed the entire lounge. With an expression of sheer frustration, she strode toward the V.I.P. section. There, I noticed the same redhead she had arrived with perched on the lap of a sharply dressed man.

After a couple of minutes of whispered conversation between the two ladies, the man pulled the redhead away from my little spitfire.

“Bye, Harper! Let me know you made it home,” she called out.

Harper… it suits her.

Harper rolled her eyes and walked toward the doors. I took out my wallet, threw a hundred-dollar bill on the counter, and followed behind her. As I walked toward the exit a woman dressed in a sheer top exposing her large and visibly fake breasts, pressed her body against me grabbing my forearm.

“Hey handsome leaving so soon?” she rasped out. Her voice was harsh as if she had smoked her entire life. She leaned even further into me leaving no room between our bodies.

“Yes.” I coughed out as I got choked on the amount of perfume this lady wore.

“Want some company?” she asked as she batted her eyes. I politely pried her fingers from my arm and shook my head ignoring her advances. I heard her huff as I walked away.

Chapter 3

HARPER

Ilooked around to find Aster. She was seated on the lap of the same man from before, in the V.I.P. section. Seeing her go back to him made me think she planned to leave with him.

I let her know I was grabbing a taxi. I didn’t want to ruin her night since she looked pretty cozy with Mr. John Doe. His hands were placed at the top of her thigh under her skirt as she sipped pink champagne.

She stood up when she saw me walking towards them. The man refused to let her walk too far as he held his hand across her waist in a possessive manner. It made me feel weird but I didn’t say anything about it. I try not to project my paranoia onto her.

“Hey girl, sorry I was coming back over, he just got a little jealous seeing me dance with those other guys,” she said with a girly giggle.

“Are you okay?” She smiled and nodded her head fervently.

I glanced at his hand, still holding her waist, and mouthed the words.

“I think I’m going to head home. You wanna come with or…” my voice trailed off in an unspoken question.

“Actually, Prestyn here is going to take me to his penthouse to show me his rooftop view. So, you go ahead.” She nudged my shoulder playfully in the way she does when she’s going to be out all night,

Anytime Aster doesn’t come home after a night out, we have a routine I have forced her to follow so that I know she is at least taking precautions to be safe. She drops a pin of her location and if I text her, she must text me a code word to let me know it is her.

“Okay, be safe. Remember, Campbell soup.” I whispered the warning so only she heard it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets home safe after breakfast tomorrow,” Prestyn said from behind Aster with a wink. Aster let out a flirtatious giggle as he pulled her back down on his knee like some cheap call girl.

I rolled my eyes as I turned and walked towards the front entrance.

Standing on the sidewalk, I whistled for a cab. I must have been wearing a sign that said don’t pick me up, I stink or something because I can never seem to hail a cab in this city when I need one.

Just as a cab pulled to the curb to drop some patrons off at the lounge, I took a step closer to stop the driver when I felt strong arms wrapped around my abdomen and a gloved hand coming across my mouth.

Panic set in.

I kicked and shuffled to get away, but it was no use against the strength of the person restraining me. He dragged me back behind a dumpster in the alley next to the building.

How is no one stopping this?

I took a look around and noticed everyone was watching the models stepping out of a black sedan parked in front of the cab. All the attention was on their half-naked asses while I was being taken captive.

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