Just One Girl
Three Months Earlier
Bass poured out of the open doors of father's nightclub as I made my way towards the bouncer. There was no waiting in line nor an ID was needed for me to get in.
"Evening, Mr. Griffin," Jared - our bouncer of three years - said, letting me pass by and enter the club.
Music exploded in my ears, filling them with the rhythm of dance. Lights shot from left to right, changing in brightness and color. It was busy, like always. People were grinding against each other, talking, and of course, drinking. I walked up to the bar, leaned against the counter and asked for a martini.
The bartender sighed. "Andy, you know I can't. If your dad finds out, he'll have my head."
"Come on, Derek." I huffed out a breath of annoyance and continued. "The only way he'd find out is if you told him, and you and I both know that would be ill advised."
Derek sighed and grabbed the materials for my drink and had it sitting in front of me in under a minute. "If you get caught, you didn't get it from me."
I grinned and took a sip and a familiar burning feeling ran down my throat as I swallowed. "I was never here."
Soon my drink was gone and I'm on the dance floor with some brunette. Her body was close to mine as we continued to dance. When she was gone, I just moved on to the next girl that caught my eye, and the pattern continued.
A familiar voice called my name through the crowd and I instantly knew who it was. Bobby, my best friend for the past two years, was cutting through the crowd of people to get to me. His blond hair was even more messed up than usual, signifying that tonight's plans had gone a bit faster than usual. It was even more surprising to notice there was no arm candy attached to his side.
"Andy!" he shouted, giving me a hug, my body grew rigid and I forcefully pushed him off. He stumbled back a couple steps, but kept his balance in check.
"You're drunk, Bobby. Go home." Bobby then fell over, leaving me in charge of having to catch him. "Yeah, okay. Definitely drunk."
I lead him to one of the couches on the side of the club and sat him down. My attention was quickly drawn away from caring for my drunk friend, to a girl in a second flat.
Long blond hair flowed over her shoulders and just barely covered the exposed skin due to her showy dress. She looked young, too young for a place like this. Obviously a fake ID was used due to the drink in her hand. Every curve of her body fit snug in her red dress, you could tell just by her figure that she exercised quite a bit. She was also quite tall, standing at almost my height, but then again she was wearing almost five inch heels.
Following her onto the dance floor, I watched as she danced with a group of girls I found familiar, but I'd never seen her before. Her model-like figure swayed to the beat and I couldn't help but to be drawn to her. Like many men, my weakness was women.
As I made my way closer to her and her group, she finally turned towards me. Her eyes caught mine and her eyes shined with recognition. She graced me with a beautiful smile and looked away. Maybe she was flustered? I tended to make women a little nervous at times.
She continued to look down until one of her friends nudged her and forced her to look back up at me. "I've never seen you around here before!" I yelled to her over the music.
"What are you," she replied with a smile. "the welcoming committee?"
I let a chuckle escape my lips and said, "If I said I was would you let me buy you a drink?"
She looked back at her friends for a moment -who were obviously signaling her to agree- and then she nodded. "I'd let you buy me one anyway." she said. "You don't look like the kind of guy who would like to hear no for an answer."
It was almost as if she read my personality like a book. I sure hoped not, because otherwise she'd definitely say no to coming home with me. "You could say that."
Leading her towards the bar, I called Derek over. "Ah! Andy, I thought you'd be back."
"Margarita for the lady." I getured toward the girl and winked at her. Derek sighed and prepared the drink.
"How'd you guess my favorite drink?" Her widened eyes made me chuckle, as well as her a astonished tone.
Grabbing her drink off the counter, I passed it on to her. "I'm good at knowing who drinks what. It's kind of like a gift."
Her eyebrows raised in ammusement. "Bullshit."
"Oh, you think so?" Her snippy tone made me sneer a little, but I'd deal with it since it would only be just one night. If I could get her away from her friends, that it.
"What about him, then?" She poined towards a random guy in the bar and waited for my answer.
I looked at the man in the suit a few chairs down from us. He had a stern look on his face that screamed order and dominance. His demeanor practically screamed the same as my father's, which made it clearer to what beverage he would probably order. Before making my final assumption, I quickly looked at the way he was looking at others. His nose was almost turned up to those who he thought less of, meaning he was either rich, or just a snob. I took my chances with rich.
"Easy," I huffed. "Whiskey."
Not even a minute later, a small serving of whiskey was placed in front of him, and a smug looked was on my face. She rolled her eyes at me, but still managed to look impressed. A small spark of rage ignited within me at her disrespectful gesture, but I let it slide. My therapist always told me it was best to let the anger go, than regret my actions later.
"At least make it a challenge for me," I chuckled. "Any more evidence needed?"
She giggled and shook her head.
A waiter passed by, and I took the closest drink from the tray. Taking a sip, a sharp taste teased my taste buds, leaving me wanting more, but I held back the urge to ask this girl her name.
"Sandra, but I prefer to be called Sandy."
"I'll stick with Sandra," I bluntly reply. "Suits a woman of your beauty better." Red painted her cheeks as I said this. Then I brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. "And how old are you, Sandra?"
"Twenty one." Was her answer, until I looked deep into her eyes, and told her not to lie to me. "Eighteen," was her second reply, a meek voice accompanying her answer. My eyes flashed victory as she said this.
I was expecting her to be sixteen or seventeen, with an incredibly convincing fake ID, but that wasn't the case. She was legal.
"What about you?" I gave her a look of confusion. "Your name?"
I smirked and bore my eyes into hers. "You know who I am." My statement was obviously correct, because anyone who went into this bar knew my father, which means they knew the club owner's son. "I turn nineteen in a couple weeks, actually."
"I thought you were-"
"Older?" I question. "I get that sometimes."
A laugh escaped her lips, but it almost sounded demeaning in a way, making a small growl leave my lips. I disguised it as a chuckle, and tried to keep myself calm. "I was going to say younger."
"Hm," I think aloud. Suddenly I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me, somehow managing not to spill either of the drinks in ours hands. Smiling, I lean into her my lips grazing her ear. "I can prove to you just how mature I really am."
She let out a small gasp from both the huskiness of my voice, and our proximity. My hands travel to her waist and then circle around the small of her back, pulling her closer. I could practically feel her breathing quicken, and hear her heartbeat racing. We both looked intensely in each other's eyes, and I couldn't help but shiver from how icy her eyes were. Blue eyes were always my favorite; they were the sexiest and most enticing to look into. There was slight hesitation in her crystal orbs, but she quickly shook it off and sent me the most enticing smile I've ever seen, making my knees go weak, and my lower region ache.
Letting out a deep breath, I finally stopped our intense exchange. "Come home with me." I hated myself at that moment for sounding so needy, but I couldn't help it. This woman just drew me in so intensely.
A sharp intake of breath was heard. Sandra was holding her breath, almost squirming in between me and the bar counter. At first she looked like she didn't know what to say, but after a couple moments, her guard was down and I was awarded with another smile. "Lead the way."
Grabbing her hand, I lead us towards the entrance. For a moment she pulled back and I turned to her questioningly. "My friends," she reminded me. grudgingly, I let her go.
I groaned and threw my head back. "Is there a way to get rid of them?"
She nodded, and I sighed in relief. "I'm going to bring the car around. Meet me up front in five minutes." My voice held an authoritative tone that she couldn't have missed, but she clearly didn't mind as she smiled at me and went to where her friends were.
Precisely five minutes later, my Ferrari sat in front of the club. Just then, Sandra walked out the doors, her jacket wrapped around her shoulders, shielding her bare arms from the wind. She spotted my car right away, getting in as quickly as possible. Goosebumps ran up and down her whole body. Noticing this, I turned up the heat and drove off in the direction of my apartment.
"So," Sandra finally said after about five minutes of small talk. "your parents out for the weekend or something?"
"No, I live alone." I turn into the parking garage across the street from my apartment. The barricade in front of the entrance waited patiently for me to swipe my card before lifting itself out of the way, letting my car pass through.
"That doesn't get lonely?"
I turned into my personal parking spot before answering. "I like my privacy." Before she could ask any more questions, I took my keys out of the ignition and exited the car.
Sandra followed and within mere minutes I had her pinned up against the wall of my apartment. Our heavy breaths tangled into each other, but we could barely pay attention as our minds were more absorbed in our bodies' painfully close contact. I ran my hand along her jaw, and when I couldn't control myself anymore, my lips found hers. Tasting a hint of alcohol on her tongue turned me on even more, pressing my body against her more firmly. One hand ran through her hair and the other pulled one of her legs up around mine. My hand furthered up towards her thigh and rested teasingly right at the brim of the bottom of her dress.
"Protection?" The need in my voice overpowered everything, but I still managed to keep control. My eyes pierced hers, their intensity increased and she gulped.
Sandra nodded. "Pill."
I smiled as I pressed my lips against the side of her neck, making a gasp escape her. A moan found it's way out as well when I grazed my teeth against her perfect skin.
When I couldn't take this slow torture anymore, I lead her to my bedroom, our lips not leaving each other the whole way there. I kicked the door closed behind me, threw he body on the bed, and everything escalated from there.
Hope you liked this new story in the POV of Andrew Griffin as much as I loved writing it!
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