Page 5 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride
“Ah-ah,” she cut me off. “Don’t ‘Ayla, listen’ me. Now, shut up and pay close attention.”
At this point, I knew whatever she said would definitely not go down well with me. She was a rebellious one, and most of her ideas and suggestions often landed us in trouble. I knew this for sure, but the only problem was that she had a hold over me. I couldn’t say no to her, no matter how hard I tried. Therefore, I could only hope that whatever she had up her sleeves wouldn’t require so much courage from me.
She went ahead, “So, there’s this exclusive club downtown….”
“Oh, God, no!” I mumbled under my breath, fingers rubbing my tired eyes.
Ayla continued regardless, “…it’s the kind with velvet ropes, ridiculously overpriced drinks, and the music—damn! The music makes you feel so alive.” Her voice was laced with enthusiasm and sheer excitement. “We have to go!”
“Uh…I don’t—I don’t know…” I drawled lazily, my breath ceasing for a moment.
“Maybe you didn’t quite hear me. That wasn’t a request,” she blurted out, clarifying the situation.
I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking of ways to get out of this trap. “Ayla, come on, exams are coming up, and—”
She cut me off, “…and you need a break before you turn into a walking, talking textbook.” She paused for a moment. “A few hours of dancing, partying, and pretending to be regular law students won’t hurt your grades.”
I blew a raspberry, feeling my conviction gradually fading away.
“And guess what?” Her question was rhetorical, but I provided an answer anyway.
“You already have a dress picked out for me.” I raised my brows in question.
“Bingo!” She chuckled on the other end of the line. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
And just like that, she stripped me of my choice, leaving no room for further arguments. However, as incredibly annoying as Ayla could be at times, she was right about one thing: I needed a break. Being around ecstatic young adults—wild and free—would do me a lot of good. One little night of fun wouldn’t hurt me or my precious grades.
“Oh, and if you decide to change your mind at the last second and refuse to come out, I swear to God I will show up at your doorstep and drag you out myself if I have to.” Her threats couldn’t be any more glaring, her tone mild yet carrying a hint of solemnity.
I chuckled. “Somehow, I don’t doubt that.”
“You better not.” She heaved a sigh. “Get ready, babe. Tonight, we conquer!” She hung up before I could even utter another word.
I lowered the phone from my ear and stared at the screen. I shook my head, a reluctant smile playing on my lips. Honestly, having a fun time with my best friend didn’t sound so bad. However, my only concern was whether or not we’d get into trouble tonight. Ayla had a way of intentionally or unintentionally landing us both in trouble almost every time we went together.
She loved the thrill that came with it—the rush of adrenaline. Me? Not so much. I liked my peace and quiet, but clearly, that wouldn’t be the case tonight.
***
I could feel the lively, upbeat music vibrating beneath me, the throbbing base crawling up my spine. The space was wild, filled with writhing bodies and a sea of frenzied faces, hypnotized by the DJ’s incredible mix.
It was so loud in here that I could barely hear Ayla’s voice, even though she was standing beside me. Her mouth was moving, and her hands demonstrated her words, but I struggled to hear her—to understand what she was saying.
“What?!” I asked, raising my voice, my head leaning in close.
She shouted her response, but I still couldn’t hear her.
“It’s so noisy, I can’t hear you!” I said, louder this time. My eyes focused on her bright red lips as I attempted to decipher her words.
Ayla’s voice soared above the din as she yelled, “I said, I wanna dance. You wanna join?!”
I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good!”
She smiled at me, moving her body to the rhythm of the beat while retreating to the dance floor. “Suit yourself. I’m going to have some fun!”
My lips twitched at the corners, fingers wiggling at her before she turned around and threw her hands in the air. Aylajoined the crowd of dancers, her hips swaying in a way that immediately drew attention to her. Her hair whipped back and forth, and her alluring legs moved in sync with the music.
Ayla’s knee-length black dress hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves and contours. While she danced, her simple yet classy moves seemed to attract a lot of eyes from both men and women alike. As the life of the party, she was once again the center of attention—in the spotlight.
