Parking my car outside the club, I glanced at myself in the mirror and put my cherry lipstick on my lips.

I parted my hair from the side, and half pinned it behind my head. Taking a few locks out, I whirled them with my finger and let them fall on my face. I wore a black dress that reached my mid-thighs.

The deep v-neck and tight dress popped my chest which was perfect to use against Bill. After all, he's a guy and I'll use my lady charm on him. The outfit was also comfortable, and I wore black boots with it, so if he tries to run away from me, I'll catch him.

"Let's go," I said, putting my lipstick in the purse, and got out of the car.

"Is it safe to be here at this time?" Finlay eyed the creepy crowd.

"No." I scoffed and stood in the line. "But we need to get our hands on this Bill guy."

It was past one in the morning and the club was still on fire with the number of people coming and going from the club. I ignored the thirsty glances men gave me and entered the club.

The atmosphere was the same as the first time I came here. I passed the grinding people on my way and watched Finlay causally strolling through the people's bodies.

Now I wish I was a ghost too.

I huffed when I was finally out of the crowd and stepped towards the bar. Michael noticed me and pointed to his left. My eyes darted there, and I saw a guy sitting alone drinking a huge beer glass.

"That's Bill." My face scrunched, and I observed the guy.

He had long greasy hair that reached below his shoulder. His red check shirt was covered in the dirt like he just come from a sandstorm. He was bulky, and he had long black and grey bread on which the beer was spilled.

Candice was with him?

I'm doubting the girl's taste.

"Wow... He's a..." Finlay tilted his head.

"He looks like someone broke his heart." I took a deep breath and strode towards him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Heal him." I plastered a smile on my face and stood beside Bill. He looked half asleep as he chug his beer and didn't notice me standing.

"By the way..." I froze when I felt Finlay right behind me and whispered. "You look ravishing tonight."

I almost lost my balance when he said the word 'ravishing' with the 'r' rolling out his tongue. My heart beat faster than a normal person and heat slowly crept from my neck to my cheeks.

Thank God it's dark in here.

Clearing my throat, I got the attention of the person sitting in front of me, but he didn't budge.

"Hey..." I said in a honey tone and sat beside him, making him finally look at me. "What a handsome guy like you sitting here alone?"

His brows shot up, and he looked to his left and right. "You talking to me?" He pointed at himself in disbelief.

Is it so hard to believe?

I held the urge to roll my eyes and gave him a flirty smile. "Of course I am. I don't see anyone else here."

My eyes darted behind him to Finlay, who was watching me with an intense gaze.

What is wrong with him?

Or is something wrong with me?

Why am I having this sudden feeling toward him?

"Oh, yeah..." Bill slurred, getting my attention as he leaned toward me. My nose scrunched at the reek of beer.

He's already drunk.

Either it'll be easy for me or hard.

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes.

"Sure babe."

Babe? Already?

Sh*tface.

"Hey, Michael!" I called him in my sweet voice. "Can you please make a drink for me and his handsome young man?"

Michael raised his brows at me but said nothing and nodded.

"A beer for this young guy!" Bill let out a belly laugh.

"You're so funny!" I let out a forced laugh.

Urg! I hate this.

"Here you go." Michael placed two beers in front.

"Thank you." I passed one towards Bill as Michael left us alone. "What's your name?"

"Bill." He chugged his whole drink down. "What about you?"

"Honey." I lied.

"Ho-ney." He tested my name on his tongue. "That's a sweet name."

"Not as sweet as Candy," I said, making him frown.

"Candy... That reminds me of someone."

Bingo!

"Who?" I asked, plopping my elbow on the bar and leaned my head on my palm.

"Love of My Life." His expression became softened when he mentioned her.

"Is she beautiful?" I dwelled.

"Perfect in every way. Her eyes, body, and hair. I loved to touch her bare chest and the moan she makes when I fu-"

"That's so amazing!" I exclaimed and internally groaned at his details. "Where is she now?"

Abruptly his loving expression changed to fury, and his already reddened face burned.

"With that motherf**ker Scottish!" He fumed. I noticed his grip on the glass tightened.

"Scottish?" I peeked at Finlay over his shoulder. He looked confused as he stared at Bill.

"Just because he was a little." He pinched his fingers in front of me. "Handsome and rich than me, she left me!"

"That's awful!" I placed my hand over his shoulder and controlled myself from gagging. "Want to talk about it?"

It was like he finally found a free therapist. He began babbling about how they were happy a few years ago, but she broke up with him, saying it wasn't working. Then he found she was sleeping with the Scottish.

He tried to get her back, but she refused every time and told him to stay away from her or else she'll report him for harassment.

"I loved her." Bill sobbed, and I rubbed his back calming him. "I loved her so much!"

"Oh, it's alright Bill. I'm sure you'll find someone who'll love you."

"You think so?" He sniffed and looked at me with teary eyes.

"Yes..." I beamed.

"What if it's you?" He said, making me halt.

"I-uh I'm sorry what?"

"What if you are my one and only?" He exclaimed and grabbed my shoulder.

Holy f**king mother of honey!

"Bill-"

"You said I'm handsome. No one ever said that about me!" His brown eyes sparked, making me gulp. He made a smooching face, and he pulled me towards him for a kiss.

"Amber..." Finlay's eyes widened, and he extended his hands to grab the guy but his hands passed him.

"Bill!" I placed my hands over his chest and pushed him. "That can not happen!"

"Why?" He pouted but stopped.

"Because..." My eyes darted to Finlay, and I got an idea. "I already have a soulmate."

"You do?" He frowned, but let go of me.

"Yes..." I blew a breath in relief, but his face fell.

"I'm late, huh?" He scoffed. "Still, thank you for listening to me."

"You're welcome." His lids closed, and I shook him.

Don't sleep on me.

"Huh? What?" He jolted up and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Bill, Can you tell me where Candice lives?" I went straight to the point, knowing he'll doze off anytime.

"Why?"

"I'll go talk to her and maybe she'll come back to you."

"You do that for me?!"

"That's what friends are for, right?"

"Friends." He gave a toothy grin, showing off his yellow teeth.

"The address?" I picked my phone out, and he told me the location.

"It was a long time ago. I don't know if she's still there."

"This is more than enough." I thanked him and got my purse.

"You are going?" He pouted.

"Yes, and you need to go, too." I placed some cash on the counter for the drink and waved at Michael to let him know I'm leaving.

"That went well..." Finlay said when we stepped out of the club, making me grin.

"Let's go pay your girlfriend a visit."

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