Page 5 of Tempted By the Broken Cowboy
This is my first time in a club, surrounded by so much temptation, knowing that I cannot indulge myself. It’s hard, but I knew this day would come, so I am ready, and I am not going to relapse.
From the corner of my eye, I see Quinn and Ella leave the bar and walk toward the direction of the bathroom. They leave their drinks unattended, which is the one unbreakable rule while clubbing, especially as women.
Begrudgingly, I leave my safe space in the booth and walk up to the bar to watch their drinks. I know it will take a while, so I order a Shirley Temple as I wait.
After disappearing for half an hour, Landon surprises me by walking up to me with two ladies, one on each side, looking very proud of himself.
“This is my best friend, Beck. Say hello, girls,” he introduces with a smug grin.
“Hi, Beck,” they chorus.
“Ladies,” I respond, tipping my hat at them.
They squeal at the gesture before one of them leaves Landon’s side to get closer to me.
“I love your accent,” she whispers seductively.
“Thank you.”
“Would you like to party?” the long-legged brunette asks, sticking her tongue out at me to show me the pink pill on her tongue.
Usually, I’d be all for whatever this is, but I’m done with that phase of my life. “Sorry, love, my party days are long over.”
She looks a bit disappointed but smiles nonetheless. “That’s too bad, but in case you change your mind, here.” She whispers as she takes my hand and places a similar pill on my palm, only this one is white.
She leans up on her tiptoes, kisses my cheek before joining Landon and her friend once more.
“More for me,” Landon shrugs just before he whisks them away.
He’s clearly drunk, but I trust him to be able to handle himself.
I’m about to give up on waiting for the girls and just take their drinks back to the table when Quinn walks up to me. I look around for Ella to find her on the dance floor with Ava and Zane watching them like a hawk.
“What are you doing here?” Quinn asks, scowling at me.
“Being responsible,” I reply, not appreciating her tone.
She looks confused, wincing a bit. I’m about to ask what’s wrong when she speaks up. “My head is killing me. Is that aspirin?”
She’s talking about the pill in my hand that I have yet to dispose of. Before I can answer, she snatches it from me.
“That’s not—“ I yell in panic, but I’m too late as she’s already taken it. I grab her face, my hand around her jaw. “Quinn, spit it out.”
“What’s wrong with you?!” she screams at me. “Take your hands off me.”
“Spit it out!”
“Why?”
“That’s not aspirin you just took—that was ecstasy,” I inform her.
“You’ve given me drugs?!” she shouts in a panic.
“I didn’t give it to you. You snatched it from me,” I defend. “Have you already swallowed it?”
She nods with a terrified look in her eyes.
“Do you have a gag reflex? Maybe we can trigger it and make you throw up?” I suggest.
