This next part will still be in Temah's POV for a bit. And it will be a long chapter, so enjoy!
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Bryce analyses the crowd and then his eyes stop on the bouncer and his eyes light up with an idea.

The bouncer is a very hefty but muscular man. He's got to be around 6'4 minimum and his upright posture, folded log-like arms and wide stance reads 'Don't test me'.

He arches his elbow into a crook and offers Crystal his arm.

She rolls her eyes, arms akimbo.

"Now is not the time for jokes, Bryce. Could your dumbass be serious for just a minute?!" She snaps.

He rolls his eyes and drops his arm.

"If you'd take me seriously for once, you'd know that I have a plan" he says, calmly.

"Yeah?" She asks sarcastically.

He huffs out a breath and turns to me.

"Temah, you believe me right?" He asks.

I look at Crystal and she shrugs, rolling her eyes again.

"Yeah I believe you Bryce." I say.

He offers me his arm.

I take it and he leads me straight towards the entrance, letting the others trail behind us.

"Mick" He says.

The hefty bouncer looks up and immediately takes off his sunglasses, which despite the darkness, he wore anyway.

"Mr Coleman" He says and Bryce smiles charmingly.

"Mind letting us get through?" He asks and Mick immediately unclips the rope.

"You and your little lady are welcome anytime, you know that" he says, winking down at me.

My mouth drops open and I'm ready to protest, when Bryce's hand drops to my hip and he grips it, pulling me into his chest.

"We appreciate it, don't we babe?" He says, before leaning down to mutter in my ear.

"Play along. I know what I'm doing" he whispers jovially.

I shiver for effect and then grin.

"Sure thing babe" I say, giving him 'lovey dovey' eyes, trying not to burst out laughing at how well it's playing out.

I should actually be an actress after my performance today!

My urge to laugh is soon stamped out, when I feel eyes burning through my lower back, where Bryce's hand is placed.

As if he can also sense it, he moves his hand slightly lower, until it reaches the dip, where my waist meets my ass and gives me a little wink.

"My baby also wanted to invite a couple of her friends..." he says, glancing at Crystal and my sisters and then back at Mick.

Mick nods and then let's us in.

As soon as we're in, my sisters and I giggle excitedly.

Bryce turns to me and leans down to mutter in my ear.

"You guys go ahead, we'll find you" He says.

Before I can ask for clarification, he turns around and grabs Crystal firmly by the wrist and hauls her off, his face set and annoyed.

I turn to my sisters.

"We better leave them alone" I say and they shrug, before all three of us head to the bar.

"Let's get shots!" Kianna suggests and we both whoop in agreement.

                         III

Crystal Jacob's POV

I am absolutely livid!

How dare he make me look like such an idiot in front of everybody?!

I glare daggers at the way he holds Temah.

I know it's not her fault...

She's just acting along.

And I know he just wants to get to me, but it's fucking working!

Fuck!

Before I can react, Bryce grabs my wrist and drags me to one side.

He traps me in between himself and the wall.

"I don't appreciate the way you spoke to me out there." He says coolly.

His dark eyes bore into mine, questioningly.

His usual immature, jovial tone completely vanished and replaced with a mask of complete seriousness.

"And?" I ask rudely, screw facing him.

"And I'm expecting an apology from you. Right now" He says sternly, moving into my personal space, his bare arm, covered in outstanding veins as his rounded muscles fill in his t-shirt.

He is so close that I can smell his expensive, cinnamon perfume and I notice an old cut on his stubbled jaw, from when he last shaved.

His tone is not what I'm used to at all...

But it's extremely hot.

Not that I'm about to tell him that.

The lights in the club have illuminated as well as cast shadows on his skin, highlighting his more African features.
His broad nose and full thick lips. His strong jawline and impressive build.

"Well?" He asks, expectantly.

I look at the floor.

"You ain't getting no damn apology off of me" I say with a scowl and instead of being offended, he moves even closer to me.

"I have a soft spot for you, Crystal" he says, lips brushing against my ear.

I close my eyes and try and regain composure.

His body is merely inches away from mine and I want nothing more than to have him right now.

He takes his other hand out his pocket and splays his fingers out on the wall next to me.

"But I don't like disrespect!" He snaps, catching me completely off guard.

A gasp betrays my lips almost immediately and he stops.

He pulls away slightly, looking into my eyes, in searching of one emotion, out of a possible one thousand.

Suddenly, his lips curl into a smirk and his darkly coloured eyes slowly start to pool with desire, making me ache between my legs with want.

"Are you actually upset with me, or are you just trying to make me look like a fucken mumu?" He asks and I nearly giggle at his choice of words.

"A mumu?" I ask.

"A fool" he simplifies.

"You and your dumb outlandish slang" I joke, and he grins.

"My mother, God rest her soul, was a Nigerian" he shrugs.

"We're not leaving this corner until you apologise" he says.

I nod.

"Fine, I'm sorry" I say sarcastically.

He regards me for a second and then leans towards me, until his lips are inches away from my neck.

"I'm stubborn..." He says, making my heart pound.

"Mhm" I say as bravely as I can.

My breaths are visibly strained.

His soft lips move across my neck slowly.

Deliberately.

He drags the tip of his tongue up my neck, his teeth drag against my skin.

I gasp slightly.

"Say it" He says, voice low.

I bite my lip and lean back.

He continues to scatter kisses on my neck, pressing his body further into me, making me moan softly.

"Say it" He says, his voice rumbling through me and making the ache worse.

"I'm sorry" I say earnestly and he pulls back to look at me.

"Good" He says, grabbing my hand.

His lips curve into a smirk.

"Let's go have fun" He says, pulling me towards the bar and I follow.

Temah Amoah's POV

"Shots! Shots! Shots!" Kianna whoops, holding her empty shot glass in the air.

She can barely keep focus at this point and Aleya keeps giggling at nothing.

Crystal and Bryce have been gone for while, so we've been just dancing and chilling with each other.

I'm the only one not drinking anything because I'm gonna drive.

A couple of guys approach our table and ask us to dance, but I decline.

My sisters, of course go ahead and I just warn them to be safe.

Just as they go, Bryce and Crystal come back to sit with me.

Crystal is slightly flushed and Bryce has a tiny smirk on his face.

I grin at the pair and say nothing, taking sips of my sparkling apple cider.

'Not together' my ass.

I look around the club once more and my eyes stop on a couple.

There is a tall, slim girl with curly black hair and medium dark skin complexion, who stands behind the man as he sits and drinks, as  she kisses his neck.

He stays still for a moment and then he slants his neck slightly so that she can just about, get more access.

She continues and he smirks lazily.

She wraps her arms around his broad chest and he continues to drink, eyes not even on her.

Wait.

I know that smirk.

I also know those eyes.

That body and that suit from work this morning.

Douglas.

My heart drops, as he grabs her wrist and pulls her into his lap, with a grin as he says something into her ear.

She giggles and flirts with him harder.

I shouldn't even be upset!

He isn't my boyfriend.

He can talk to whoever he wants and so can- - 

So can I!

Bryce notices that something is up with me and follows my line of sight.

His face drops as he realises what I'm looking at.

"Temah, I- -" he starts, But I shake my head and plaster on a bright smile.

"I'm fine" I say calmly.

"Tems..." Crystal says and I grab her hand.

"I'm going to go and dance. Don't worry 'bout me" I say, letting go of her hand and I wave my own hand dismissively.

I'm embarrassed.

So violently embarrassed.

For me to be gushing about him earlier and this to be the result is like a slap in the face.

I get up abruptly, nearly tipping the table and I glance back in his direction to see that his tongue is halfway down her throat!

I roll my eyes and make my way to the bar.

If I'm going to dance, I'm going to need some liquid courage first.

I'll take a taxi home if I need to.

In that moment, I forget all of my responsibilities as the petite red headed bartender turns to face me.

"What are you drinking gorgeous?" She asks.

"The strongest thing you've got" I tell her.

She smiles and then gets to work on my order.

                               ***

"What are you doing after this?!" The man behind me yells in my ear over the music.

I act as if I can't hear him.

While dancing, I found a man the complete opposite of Douglas.

In fact, Douglas, who?!

I don't know anything about that name.

This man is a little shorter with a leaner body and a bit less muscle.

But he's fine nonetheless.

He's a light skinned man, which is generally not my type, but he's good looking, so, I won't complain.

His big hands grip my waist and I whine on him to a slow song.

I can feel his little friend, poking me and I smirk at him.

He shrugs and pulls me closer.

My sisters are long gone.

When I realised I'd be drinking more than I thought, I ordered them an Uber, so they could get their waved asses home.

I told Crystal and Bryce to get home too.

They looked like they wanted to tear each other's clothes off anyway.

The stranger's body heat encircles mine and I lean against him, my breasts against his chest, as J-Hus~ 'Bouff Daddy' starts to blast throughout the club.

His hands grab my thigh and move up slowly and he mutters crass things into my ear.

Just before his hand can go any further, I feel myself being dragged away from the stranger roughly.

I look up to see who it was and to my shock, I see Douglas glaring at the man harshly.

His jaw is clenched and his grip on my wrist is tight.

The stranger takes one look at Douglas' height and build and then he steps back, hands up in surrender.

Meanwhile, I feel anger boiling up inside me.

He is the one who went off kissing other girls.

He is the one entertaining that other people and now he wants to come for me, for having fun?!

Hell no!

I grab his fingers and try to prise them from around my wrist.

He doesn't budge, but instead, he drags me away from the dance floor and and out of the club.

I start struggling, but the alcohol makes me weak headed and nauseous.

When I don't stop struggling, Douglas picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, muttering to himself.

I start screaming bloody murder and he stops me by putting his hand on my bare thigh and squeezing.

"I want my carrr!" I whine, my voice a slur.

"We're taking mine. I'll have yours driven down to your place safely" He says, tersely.

I try to argue, but my head hurts.

He stops and fishes his keys out of his pocket, before pushing the button to open his car.

^^ Douglas' Car.

He sits me inside and fastens my seatbelt.

He then closes my door and sits in his seat.

I stay silent for the entire ride and I feel myself dose off.

I'm still so angry at him, for being such a hypocrite, but I'll deal with him in the morning.

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Hey all!

What did you think of this one?

How do you think Temah will deal with Douglas?

Tell me what you think will happen next in the comments.

~ Xo.