Chapter 31

• Ayla POV
• As we left the warmth of the party, the cold night air hit me and I felt my head spin slightly. I had drunk far too much wine, but I was having fun.
• “I know where we should go.” Nicola cheered as she dragged me further down the street to another one of the clubs we used to go to when we were younger. This one still looked the same. The bouncer smiled as Nicola brushed her hand along his chest as we entered the old nightclub, and immediately I was hit with the smell of sweaty bodies all crammed together. I grabbed Nicolas's hand and pushed my way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. I loved to dance, and I rarely got to do it when I was with Marcus. He said I was like a whore, letting men gawk all over me as I danced, but I didn’t notice the men watching me. All I could hear was the beat of the music, I let it take over my body and I allowed myself to give in to its rhythm. Nicola pulled me closer to herself as she swayed beside me, her hips pushing into mine. I could see the men around us all watching, but what caught me off guard was the brooding eyes drilling into me. The deep rich brown eyes of the sexiest man to walk this earth. I bit my lip and raised my arms in the air as Nicola ran her hands down my side, her hips swayed in sync with mine as my eyes looked back at his. I felt an arm reaching around my waist and pulling me close. I turned around to see a drunk man running his hands across my bottom and trying to lean into me for a kiss.