Page 54 of The Accidental Wife

"Oh-kay then,” Aimee utters, looking at us both. “Shall we go out?”

I look at the time on the watch on my wrist, “It's eleven o’clock.”

Aimee shrugs, “So? Its Friday. All good bars open after ten anyway.” I muse over her words and nod. Fuck it, anything beats sitting around sulking over a guy.

“Yes! I want to dance. Let’s do it,” I say and they both nod and clamber up to their feet. “Hold it! If I end up in Vegas and wake up married to some stranger again, I will literally throttle the both of you,” I warn, pointing at them both, and they laugh. “Do not let me out of your sight—not for one second, and don’t let me drink tequila either. Tequila makes me stupid, and stupid is no good for me.” I throw over my shoulder while walking to my bedroom.

“What are the odds of that happening twice?” Aimee laughs.

I shrug. “This is me we are talking about. If it happens to anyone, you bet your arse it will be me.” Jo laughs as she walks to her bedroom.

“Fair enough. Don’t worry boo, we got you.” Aimee chimes in from her bedroom. I look through my closet for an outfit and pick out a black mini dress. I match the dress with a pair of red stilettos and straighten my hair. Nobody, my foot. You can kiss my naturally curvy arse, you bulimic bitch.

Nobody tells me I’m not good enough.

“You ready?” Jo asks, standing in my doorway as I apply my red lipstick to match my heels. I nod and take one last look at myself before we leave. I did my best to try and put Cole out of my mind, but he kept sneaking in when I would see a couple dancing or kissing on the dance floor.

“Did we really have to come back here out of all the clubs in London?” I ask the girls while sipping my mojito, and Jo shrugs.

“It’s the best club around, plus the DJ is lush.” She utters, swaying to the music and eyeing up, said DJ, who winks at her.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” She says and saunters over to the DJ booth. Aimee and I laugh, shaking our heads. Aimee and I scan the club while we sip our drinks.

“This song goes out to Shayla and her girls.” The DJ announces over the microphone, I look over at Jo when our song starts thundering through the speakers, and she blows me a kiss.

“I love that bitch! Let’s dance.” Aimee exclaims, dragging me out on the dance floor to the throng of people already dancing. I close my eyes and let the music take over as I dance with my best friend. No matter how bad things may get, I’m thankful I always have them to help pick me up.

“Shayla?!” I turn and look when I hear my name being called. I see Josh, Cole’s best friend, behind me. My eyes immediately scan the area for Cole, thinking he might be here with Josh, but I couldn’t see him around.

“Josh!” I smile, “Hey, fancy seeing you here.”

He smiles, nodding, and steps closer to speak into my ear, “Same. I didn’t think I’d see you here. Is Cole with you, too?” He asks, and I shake my head.

“Oh. Uh, no, he’s not. I don’t know where he is. I’m here with my girls.” I tell him, and he studies my face for a second before nodding.

“Oh, all right. Well, if you need anything, I’m around okay. Come find me.” I smile gratefully, he winks before he disappears into the crowd.

“Who the fuck is that hottie?! Aimee shrieks in my ear, almost bursting my eardrum, watching Josh’s retreating back.

“That’s Josh, Cole’s best friend and head of security,” I tell her, and she smirks, swaying to the music.

“Interesting. Single?”

I nod, smiling, “I believe so. Big player. I don’t really quiz him about his love life, ya know.”

“Bitch, you’re surrounded by all these hot men all day. How you get any work done baffles me.” I laugh while she pulls me with her to dance again.

An hour and four cocktails later, I was buzzing, and my feet were aching. Jo was still with the DJ flirting away, and Aimee’s flirting shamelessly with some guy she was dancing with.

“Hey gorgeous.” A deep voice burs in my ear from behind. I turn and look up at the tall brunette standing in front of me. “Can I buy you a drink?”

I hold my glass up to him, “Already have one. Thank you.”

“How about a dance then?” He asks, stepping close, so close I can smell the bourbon on his breath. I shake my head and pull my head away.

“No, thanks. I’m going to go sit.” I turn to walk when he grabs my arm and stops me. I look up at him and back down at his hand on my arm.

“Come on, don’t be a tease, babe.” I yank my hand out of his and glare at him.

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