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Ore felt nails digging into her arm and she winced, turning to stare at the intruder with a frown on her face. Ore's heart melted when she saw it was Philip and some of the anger she had been withholding began rolling off her in waves. Philip's eyebrows were furrowed as if probing to check if she was okay. His ink black hair was sleeked back and his full lips were puckered in exasperation.

His chin was jutting in an awkward angle and his piercing gaze seemed to burn through her. Ore's red rimmed eyes drank in the manly sight. His muscles were evident in his black leather jacket and a white collared shirt graced his thick neck, a startling contrast to his chocolate skin.

A slight shudder ran through Ore and Philip brought out a towel similar to the one Mercy had offered her. Philip used it to dry off her wet hair and wipe the droplets of water from her exposed skin.

Ore bit down softly on her lips as Philip drifted closer to her, the scent of his expensive cologne was intoxicating. Ore inhaled deeply and a rueful smile graced her features.

Philip noticed this and muttered under his breath on how she looked so cute and sexy. Ore was curious as to what Philip said inaudibly but she was too riled up to ask. Philip continued to stroke her skin with the towel and Ore felt heat creeping up her cheeks.

As she proceeded to retrieve the towel from him and clean the sensitive parts of her body herself, her cold fingertips brushed his hand and he gave her long stare. Ore shrugged her shoulders, not minding the effect she was having on him and used the cloth to wipe the insides of her thigh, behind her ear, and between the cleavage of her breast.

Ore was oblivious to the darkening of Philip's brown eyes, silence seemed to stretch between them, making the air dense. Hurried footsteps approached them and stopped a feet away. Someone cleared their throat.

Ore and Philip both turned to stare at Mercy whose breathing was laboured as if she had been running a long mile, her back was bent over her knees.

Philip stood ramrod straight and scratched his head in apprehension. Ore twirled the frayed ends of the towel as Mercy's high pitched voice spoke through clenched teeth, "Game's over, now hand me back my phone."

She openly stretched her hand and jutted her hips. "Errhh, I don't have it," Philip replied in a low tone. "It's with Dami."

Mercy arched her brows and her mouth grew agape. By now, people had lost interest in the show and they chatted loudly amongst themselves with bottles of beer or wine in front of their table. In her mind's eye, Ore spotted the influx of sophisticated cars through the big gate that was opened by one of the club gatemen.

"You gave my phone to that your friend?" Mercy asked incredulous as she marched to where the duo was standing, staring at her brother eyeball to eyeball in defiance.

"I can always get it back," he retorted with a shrug of his shoulders.

Ore noticed the tension that was cackling in the chilly air and she butted in. "Take us to him," she said coyly. "And as for you," she turned to Philip with a smirk plastered on her face. "Lend me your jacket."

The trio was met with hefty looking men who stood at the entrance to the club, their black vests appeared to be bursting out of their chest because of the thick muscles. Their legs were at least a metre apart and their hand was splayed on the gun that was strapped to the waistband of their black jeans.

Their booted feet gave way for Philip to pass and a knowing look flitted between them. Ore swallowed as she mentally weighed them on a scale, one looked like he could take down a man twice his size because of the fierce scowl he had on his square face. The other was a bit smaller in comparison and looked quite friendly with a lopsided grin. But looks could be deceiving.

Ore was sure if pandemonium was to break out in the entire area, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot whoever was the cause. Mercy followed closely behind Philip and the men eyed the clothing she wore with a silent twitching of their lips. Ore kinda knew what was going on in their mind.

She walked into the club with a new found confidence, hoping this time things were going to turn out better.

Ore shifted to a dark corner as she stood awed at the sight in front of her. The cold air from the air conditioner blasted her and made goosebumps sprout on her body. All about her, sweaty bodies were moving in sync with the loud music that was booming from the speakers.

The club lights drifted from gold to blue, red, white, orange and then back to it's original colour. Directly opposite her was the bar stand where the waiters took out their orders.

A young boy of age nineteen was at the counter wiping off the surface of the table and taking drink after drink from the cooling fridge before handing them over to the waitresses with a pen and tray in hand.

He looked rugged with his golden highlights and a piercing on his left ear. Ore tore her gaze from the dude who was dressed in a casual t-shirt and ripped jeans, her eyes wandered to the right which was labeled as the VIP section.

It was secluded from the rest of the club with a golden banister fenced off with a big, burly bouncer who blocked the entrance. His face was expressionless and he stared straight ahead.

Ore bit hard on her lips. She felt dwarfed among the well dressed girls who wore crop tops showing off their gleaming skin and short gowns that hugged their generous bottoms.

A slight shudder ran through her as she caught a particular somebody waving in the air. Ore shuffled her feet, she spotted Philip walking into the cozy area cushioned with comfy couches and long glass tables filled with alcoholic beverages.

He darted in between groups of party poppers before coming to seat besides a dude who was busy groping a girl's butt as she rode on him. Mercy stood rooted to the spot, she turned to Ore who was cowering in fear and shook her head.

That simple gesture spoke volumes to Ore. It signified that there was no way Mercy was going to be cooped up in there, in a tight corner. Ore linked their hand together and leaned to mutter in her ear on who was going to go take the phone.

Mercy cleared the way for Ore to go ahead and she patted her back lightly. She knew that as far as Philip was with Dami, their tori wasn't going to end and he would find it hard to get up from his seated position.

Mercy retreated to a high back chair as the bouncer lifted the barricade for Ore to go in. Ore exhaled a shaky breath, she began taking careful steps to where Dami was. She tried to apply extra care so as not to step on anyone's toes but it seemed like luck wasn't on her side.

A dark skinned girl who was seated with her friends and sipping a Don Perignon wine gave a sinister smile and placed a booted feet in front of Ore. Ore who had stopped looking at the floor for a minute, lost her balance and fell forward. Her arms were flailing helplessly in the air.

Loud snickers and snide remarks rang out from the people who were paying rapt attention to the scene.

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Author's note: I feel this chapter is crappy. Anyways don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts on it!
Any ideas who Ore fell on?