Page 30 of West Bound

“Yup. And cheer up, buttercup. Maybe you two can work fucking into your travel schedule, ‘cause you both seriously need to get laid.” She flips me off and I make quick work of getting in my car and speeding towards my home.

It only takes us thirty minutes to get from the stadium to my house and over to the club where a line extending down the side of the building has already formed.

“Geez. It’s only ten-fifteen. Why is it so damn packed already?” I ask no one in particular as we make our way to the front of the line.

“The guys are inside and someone was posting photos. Every single girl in a twenty mile radius is here,” the bouncer answers me. “Go on in, ladies. Have fun.”

“Thanks Teddy,” we say and walk in to a chorus of women whining and complaining ringing out behind us.

We don’t have to search for where the team is because we know exactly where the VIP area is. With waves and hellos from the bouncers guarding the ropes, we’re let in and are immediately spotted by the guys.

“Gorgeous, you made it,” Ramirez says when I step up to the velvet benches that line the back wall.

The club is sleek and modern but not in a sterile way. Midnight blue velvet benches are positioned in a wide U shape with glass chrome tables in the middle. Each bench and table section sits on a slightly elevated platform that’s lit up from beneath it and makes everything appear to be floating.

This section has four different seating areas, all occupied by Wranglers players and their entourage. And by entourage I mean the cleat chasers who have been flashing coochies and boobies to find their way onto a lap.

“I made it,” I replied and sat where he pushed everyone aside for me. “You know CeCe don’t you, Ramirez?”

“Rami, and how could I not know this beauty in front of me? Damn,” he says, shaking his head slowly from side to side. “I have the two most beautiful women in this club here with me now. I am one lucky sonuvabitch. Have a seat, CeCe.”

He pats the seat on the other side of him motioning for CeCe to sit.

“I can’t. I just spotted limoncello and he’s beckoning me.”

She points her chin somewhere behind us, and I turn to find Luca standing there, snapping his fingers and pointing to the spot in front of him. It’s much the same way you would call a bratty kid who is acting up in the store, or say a dog. Not at all how one invites a human being into their space.

“I hope you have bail money, Viv, because it’s possible I murder him tonight. Be back as soon as I can.” She pushes her shoulders back and elegantly and confidently walks over to where that beautiful asshole waits for her.

“What’s up with that?” Rami asks me as he leans back and throws his arm on the back of the bench.

“They…are a work in progress. But let’s not focus on that. I need a drink.” I give him my flirtiest smile and smoldering eyes that reels him in hook, line and sinker.

Rami flashes me those pearly whites that get my panties wet and lifts his hand, motioning for the hostess without taking his eyes off of me.

The music blares all around us as our bodies talk to one another. His fingers brush against my bare shoulder. My hand rests on his muscular thigh, nails lightly scraping against the fabric of his dress pants. His tongue peeks out and licks his full bottom lip and I bite mine. I arch a brow and his pupils grow larger.

Rami leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. Right before he speaks, another voice booms over the noise like a record scratch.

“The bartender from the other night busy so you’re hitching your wagon to another horse?”

The spot next to me dips and I grind my teeth before slowly turning my head to look at our intruder.

Phoenix.

“You’re like herpes, aren’t you. You just won’t go away,” I tell him, my voice just slightly above the people’s chatter around us.

“Why would you want me to go away when your body screams for me to stay?” He waves his finger up and down at my body and I smack at him. “If you’re looking for someone to erase the bad memory of that lackluster bartender, I’m sure I could help you out. Unless you’re working on building an all-star bartender team then I’m out.”

“Speak for yourself, asshat. I’m sure my number isn’t even in the same ‘ballpark’ as yours. You still trading them with your little fuck boys? “ Just then a glass of water is set on the table in front of us and before I pick it up, Phoenix snatches it away. “Hey! That’s mine. Give it to me.”

The giant dick stands up and proceeds to gulp it down. I stand and jump on the balls of my feet, trying to…I don’t know. Take it away from him? Make him choke on it?

“Rami. Tell your girl to sit down,” he says with a smirk and then finishes off the last of the water.

I come to an abrupt stop and ball my hands into fists. “I. Am not. His girl. Or anyone's girl! Ugh!” I screech then stomp my stiletto heel down on Phoenix’s toe.

“Fuck, Red. You stabbed my fucking foot!” The glass smacks down on the table and grabs his foot, hopping around like a cartoon character.

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