The Choice
Chapter 3
As soon as I got in I plonked myself on the sofa and turned on the TV trying to take my mind off my confusing premonition earlier on at the airport Boring, boring, boring! I thought as I flicked through the channels. I got up and took a tour around the apartment, it was very modern and neat, I wish I had a real apartment like this. It was absolutely stunning. A knock came from the front door and I skipped over to the door to answer it. Peeking curiously through the spy hole I wondered who would want to visit me at this moment, I looked around through the hole, no one. I opened the door about an inch and peered out, whoever had knocked the door was long gone. Down on the welcome mat was a poster, I picked it up and scanned over it quickly, it read,
' Come to Nightlife!
The Sickest Club in Town
Opening Night: 28th May 2010, 10pm
Be there
Where: 56th street, New York, W34TLY'
I've never really been the party girl kind of person, but I guess I'm always up for something new, who knows what could happen. Ring, ring!
"Hey Dad, what's up?" I said remembering my role.
"Hey sweetheart, you get back alright?"
"Yeah, I had a really bad headache earlier at the airport, but everything's ok now." I said hinting at my premonition,
"Really? Are you sure you're ok? Was it serious?" He replied, sounding genuinely worried,
"Yeah, listen I got to get ready, I'm heading out to a club later."
"Ok sweetie, I'll talk to you later." I hung up, grabbed my suitcase and went to the bedroom to get ready.
I wore a tight black thin strapped dress and my 3 inch black high heels, and I must say I looked sexy. I mean, hey if I was to meet this Ryan guy tonight, I should look my best, right? I smirked to myself and called a taxi.
The music was blaring in all directions, from 5 miles away I could hear the hip hop music pumping through the streets. After signing in I walked through towards the bar area, ordered a martini and sat on one of the stools admiring the dancers on stage. All of a sudden I felt someone come up behind me their hand moving up and down my leg,
"How much do you charge, sweetheart" came a man, I stood up abruptly and turned around towards him. It was him. Ryan Cage. I tried not to show that much shock on my face and kept my glare hard and serious.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard, come on sexy lets go to the private area, I'll pay."
I slapped him around the face, hard. How dare he? Who – What does he think I am, a prostitute?
"What the hell is wrong with you? I am NOT A SLUT!" I stormed off towards the toilet, this was not going how I planned, he may be cute on the outside but he's definitely a jerk on the inside. What was I thinking, going out of my comfort zone and taking a break from work and trying to have a good time. I'm so stupid. I breathed in and out, trying to calm down and clear my head so I could think straight, what was I going to do next? Be calm Bethany, this is your alter ego, and this is your job. Isabelle Brown is a strong, brave girl. Be her, be strong. I encouraged myself and walked out of the club with my head high.
"Erm, Hello?" came a familiar voice, I turned around smiling then my mouth dropped, him again.
"What?"
"About earlier, it was a mistake. It's just, you looked so damn hot tonight, I just, thought it would be too good to be true that you were just a regular girl."
I smirked, seducing Ryan Cage was going to be easier than I thought.