𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 -
all her hopes and dreams of running away from the luxurious lifestyle with her boyfriend are ruined when she finds herself chained down in a sudden arranged marriage with someone she'd never love, but it's alread...
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Finn has a way of discovering the most exclusive clubs and securing us entry, regardless of whether they are VIP or not.
This ones fucking huge, probably the biggest I've been to. I couldn't say the same for Finn though, he's always clubbing, he's been to clubs all over the country.
I lean against the bar, bringing a glass of Jack and coke to my lips, watching as Vivienne dances close to a familiar girl Finn brought with him, over the rim of the glass.
This is the second time I've seen her with Finn, the notorious heartbreaker who never seems to keep the same girl around for long. It was odd to see him with her for a second time, since he never seems to 'repeat' his girls.
She seems sweet, a little quiet and shy. The total opposite of Finn. Blonde bouncy locks, pale skin with pinkish cheeks, bright blue eyes, and a big smile as she moves against Vivienne on the dance floor. It seemed that the two of them had formed a connection the last time they were together at that bar, despite the filthy creep that kept talking to them.
I stand mesmerised, my eyes fixed on Vivienne as she moves with effortless grace to the rhythm of the music, her tanned body flowing seamlessly from one movement to the next. Her Valentino mini dress hugged her figure, Saint Laurent slingback pumps on her feet, Her long hair flowing down her back in voluminous brown curls, framing her face perfectly.
My body doesn't react the same to her being on show for everyone to see anymore. She's mine, She's said it herself. She knows where home is.
I watch as the girls laugh together, stumbling off the dance floor, their arms intertwined as they head back towards the bar. Finn's eyes sparkled as he pulls the girl closer to him by her waist. He leant in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered something that made her giggle.
Vivienne moves onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck with a big smile. She seems happier more than ever lately, and I love to think it's because of us. My arm instinctively wraps around her waist as she pressed her lips against mine.
Suddenly, a song plays over the big speakers and she's pulled away again, jumping off my lap. "I love this song!" she squeals, pulling the girl out of Finn's arms and running off to the dance floor again.
I watch with a smile on my face, before turning back to Finn. I find him with the same unfamiliar look on his face, a beaming smile, eyes full of love as he watches the girl run off with Vivienne. I ignore it, ordering another drink, Finn joining me.
"You guys seem serious," He teases, before throwing back a shot. "That's new." he adds, his expression sour, his voice croaky as the liquid burned its way down his throat.
I nod in agreement. It is new, I've never felt like this for anybody until Vivienne, it's just as big a shock to me as it is to everyone else. But what else is new, is seeing Finn in love with a girl.
"Yeah, well, what about you?" I cock an eyebrow at him. As soon as I hinted at it, his body stiffened, and I could tell he understood exactly what I was getting at. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice choky and hesitant as he struggled to keep his composure. His eyes darted back to the glasses of liquor lined up before him,
I've known Finn enough to know when he looks at girls differently. Looking at a girl with 'hunger' and looking at a girl with love are two entirely different things.
I don't say anything, instead pinning him with a look, causing him to almost instantly blurt it out. "I don't know man, I think I'm in love." He feigned a gag at the mere mention of the word, before hastily grabbing another shot and knocking it back.
I let out a laugh, he slumped against the bar, burying his face in his hands, groaning in frustration. "Her names Wren, and she's perfect." he groans again.
"I think I love her man," he confesses, turning back around. His back against the bar, arms crossed tightly across his chest. "I just haven't told her," he adds in a mumble, staring at Wren through the crowds.
"You should, It's worth it." My eyes find Vivienne in the crowds, the best thing I did was confess what I felt for Vivienne. Even if it wasn't intentional, I don't regret it. I meant everything I said that day, and look where I am now.
He stood there, lost in thought, his hand rubbing his chin harshly, like he's seriously considering it. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet and started walking towards Wren with a determined look on his face.
Fuck me, I didn't mean right this second.
He's already too far for me to stop him, so I sink back into the bar stool, watching from afar. This should be entertaining.
I watch intently, trying to read lips and facial expressions. He stands tall, his back facing me, as he towers over Wren. I observe in silence, watching as Vivienne's eyes widen ever so slightly before a sly grin spreads across her face, and two arms suddenly wrap around Finn's neck.
Good on him.
The three of them start heading back towards me, big smiles across all their faces. I quickly glanced at Finn, my eyes conveying a message that only he could understand. With a subtle nod, I turned my attention back to the girls in front of us.
Vivienne gracefully made her way back to my lap. She planted a tender kiss on my lips before turning her attention to the others in the room. The air filled with the sound of lively chatter as we all engaged in conversation.
Drinks and conversations flow throughout the rest of the night. Vivienne couldn't sit still on my lap, her restless energy causing her to fidget and bounce along to the sound of the music. I couldn't help but suppress a groan as my dick jolts against my slacks. We've already fucked today, but I could go again. Anywhere, anytime.
