Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
“Jesus chill, Theo, it’s Maya. I will put her on,” she says, handing the phone to me.
I rolled my eyes. “What Theo?”
“Where are you, and why do I feel like you’re drunk right now?” He immediately attacks me with questions.
“I’m not drunk. Tipsy, but not drunk, and I’m at Merida’s.” I hear him growl. Instead of listening to him for any longer, I hang up on him. Theo’s voice is the last thing I want to hear now.
I know I will cop it later for hanging up on him. My phone instantly starts ringing and I reject the call.
“What did they do that made you so pissed off?” Cara asks, sipping her wine.
“Bianca.” States Merida for me. They all scrunch up their faces in disgust, making me confused.
“Oh, the bitch of a wife,” says Tammy, and I just nod.
So, they all know of this woman and by the sounds of it don’t like her.
“Don’t let her worry you Imogen, you are way better. Besides, she is dead. They killed her.”
“Cara!” Merinda snaps, giving her a stern look.
“What did I say?” Cara asks.
Merida shakes her head. I’m about to ask what they mean about them killing her but I’m cut off by Merida. “Enough depressing talk, let’s finish getting ready before Floyd gets here.”
Cara makes a gagging noise. “Why is that buzzkill coming?” She whines, and I smile at her pouting.
“Because he doesn’t trust us to look after Immy over there,” says Alicia.
I smirk at the nickname. I barely know these girls, but I can tell we are going to become good friends. At the mention of his name, another knock sounds on the door. “And that would be the fun police.” States Cara, getting up and walking toward the door to open it.
“Ladies,” Floyd greets us, walking in.
The girls don’t look impressed, and I have to stop myself from laughing at the looks on their faces. Floyd walks over, holding his hand out. I grab his hand and let him pull me up. I stumble slightly in the heels, but he steadies me. “How much did she already drink?” He asks, eyeing the girls.
They look away guiltily before Merida points towards the counter. I hadn’t realized we went through so much wine. On the counter are six empty wine bottles. I know I haven’t drank that much compared to them, but I never realized how much we have already drank between the six of us.
He shakes his head. “Ready to go?”
“Yep, let’s do this.” The girls holler. I walk over to Merida and she hooks her arm through mine, leading me out of the apartment.
We get downstairs and two yellow cabs are lined up. I hop in with Merida and Floyd, while the other three girls get in the other one. I slide across the seat; the fresh air outside hits me as soon as I walk out the doors. We make our way across the city toward our destination. Getting out, Floyd pays the cab driver and hooks his arm through mine.
“You stay within my sights at all times, understood?” I nod, not feeling like getting into an argument with anyone.
I just want to have fun and do things people my own age do. Walking up the steps, we are greeted by the bouncer. Floyd nods to him, the bouncer recognizes him and lets us straight in, ignoring the crowd that is lined up and booing loudly. Merida tugs my arm, pulling me forward and dragging me toward the bar.
She orders drinks while I look around, there is a huge dance floor in the center and tables and chairs sit randomly around the room, which is dark. The only light coming from the disco-style lights flickering on and off. Music is blaring and we have to yell to hear each other. I have never been in a nightclub before, the few times I have been out had only been to small bars with not so many people. This place is very lively, and I can tell it is a huge attraction in the city.
The dance floor is just a sea of people jumping and moving in rhythm to the music. Merida passes me a pink cocktail. I’m not sure what it is, but it smells like regret. I sip it and I can taste guava, it is sweet.
When we finish our drinks, Merida and the girls pull me onto the dance floor while Floyd chats to another man, who I have no doubt is another werewolf. I’m now starting to be able to tell the difference between humans and supernaturals, there is something with the way they carry themselves, the look in their eyes, and also the way their eyes dart around, watching nothing in particular, yet watching everything.
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