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But Ellie would hear nothing of it. Her best friend since high school, Ellie had forced Valerie to attend a nightclub against her wish. Valerie sighed, looking around the sp

us sitting there. Adding to her problem was the splitting ache ringing in her head. "Ellie!" She whispered forcefully, trying to cat

g at Valerie. "You'll get relaxed soon, I promise, loosen up, Val. Come on, have a drink." Valerie didn't think taking any more drinks was sensible. Her hea

it's better than locking yourself in that room and crying your eyes out for that piece of shit that didn't de

ie had taken it hard. Crying her eyes out till they were red, she also lost her appetite and barely came out of her room. Ellie had tried

he booth staring intently at her. Valerie couldn't have taken away her face if life depended on it. She felt b

houghts. "Nothing." She said too quickly, causing Ellie to look suspicious. "Okay, Val, listen yeah? I'll be back soon." Suddenly, Valerie didn't want to be alone. "Where are you going to?" She questioned Ellie, soundi

o stand beside her. "Hi," Valerie said. Feeling anything but calm. "Someone's asking for you over there." He said, nudging his head toward the

e was a rebellious feeling stirring her. She wanted to do something wild, something to take the

game. She wasn't fully drunk but she couldn't trust herself to make good decisions. Ther

the man. He seemed like the sort who gave orders. Telling what to do and what not. And Mr powerful here wouldn't want her to speak first. The realisatio

thought. He was larger than life. All sharp angles and edges. His jaw was defined, lightly cov

. His palm was callused, and his grip was firm. He held on for much longer than necessary,

hare her secrets. "Valerie." She said softly. She would have told him anything he wanted. Without thinking, she blurted out, "What's yours?" There was

every second ticking by. "Well, Tate," she purred, t