AN; This is Liv Night Club in Miami. I use pictures for imagination purposes only!
Remember that they just left the restaurant and Mr. M knows that her friend is waiting for her. Enjoy!
Ross has been texting me non stop since we sat down to eat. Since Mr. M already knows about this, I pull out my phone and text Ross back. It's 10:15 and we're just now leaving the restaurant. Apparently my best friend is still stuck in line, maybe picking the club was a bad idea on my part, I'm not a very patient person.
After I'm done assuring Ross that I wasn't abducted, I turn to the man sitting beside me.
"How did you know?" I don't have to elaborate and that makes me happy.
"You aren't a foolish woman. I knew you had a back up plan no matter how many times I assure you that you were safe in my care. Don't worry, you'll feel safe with me in time when we get to know each other intimately." His words make me blush, thank the lord my skin hides it.
"I thought you said no sex!" We are going pretty fast in his car but next to the road is grass and that will cushion my impact as I roll out. I'm always been TTG, trained to go, as soon as shit hits the fan.
"You're confusing the word 'intimately' with 'intimacy'." Mr. M side eyes me like he knows what I was going to do. "Those two are similar but when I said 'intimate' I meant getting to know each other a lot better." He huffs a little to himself like he can't believe my audacity to assume the worse about him.
We don't talk for the rest of the ride there.
When we finally pull up to the club, the inside of his car is glacier cold. I miss his conversation and I don't know how to get it back. We go through the same routine just like at the restaurant, he hops out leaving the car running and he comes around to open my door. As we walk up to the club I can see the line starting to curve around the building. I groan aloud and internally, of course on a Saturday night the club is going to be packed. Mr. M gives me a weird look and ushers me up the sidewalk past the people in line. He has his hand at the base of my spine and pushes me forward.
"Phoebe? Phoebe!? Phoebe! Over here!" I turn to the voice. It's Ross, and he's almost near the front of the line. He's behind like 10 people and with the line as long as it is, that's an accomplishment.
"Who's this?" Mr. M asks me. It feels good to hear his voice again even if it sounds nonchalant on the edge of possessiveness. How could he possibly feel threatened by Ross?
I look at Marceles and give him a short reply.
"My best friend who was expecting me to be here at ten." We walk up to him and I give Ross a quick hug. The people behind him are staring daggers at me probably thinking that I'm about to cut the line. Honestly we may be doing just that, i don't know what Mr. M's plan is.
He quickly scans Ross up and down, what he's looking for- i have no idea. After his evaluation is complete, he nods to himself and places his hand on my lower back again pushing me to keep walking forward.
"Well come on, we don't have all night to be standing outside." He motions for Ross to follow us and the man hops the velvet rope faster than you can say, "TTG."
The three of us walk up to the bouncer and Mr. M gives the man his last name. The bouncer looks up from the list he's holding, "This says Marceles plus one."
"And?" His body may look relaxed, but the tenseness of his hand that's still on my back tells me something else entirely.
"You have three people here." The bouncer looks uncomfortable. I don't know what Mr. M is doing to this guy that's clearly taller and more heavily muscled than him, but whatever it is should be sold in bottles and given out for "MOVE BITCH, get out the way!" type of situations. I love that song.
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