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CHAPTER 5

The club isn't my scene. I don't even know what I'm doing here. My colleagues and I agreed to have a good time, but this wasn't my definition of good time.

"Why are you frowning, Ana? What's wrong?" Leila asked me.

After insulting my father, she asked for my forgiveness a hundred times. When I forgave her, we went back to normal. She zipped her mouth when I told her that Dad is the official PA of Christian Grey. Now, she treated Dad like he's the real deal. I just shook my head. I didn't know what Christian Grey looked like but I'm pretty sure that he's an old man with a bank account that could last forever. Maybe that's why Leila's head over heels in love with him.

"Leila, can we go somewhere else? I am not comfortable here."

I glanced at our colleagues and they were already baring their souls in the dance floor. I swore I never thought I'd see them dance this way.

"Are you crazy? You are no fun!"

"No, Leila, it's just—"

Then, she stole my blue scarf away from me. I wore a black dress, stockings, and boots. The blue scarf was the perfect accent. I was angry when she stole it away from me and wrapped it around her neck.

"Leila, give that back to me!"

"Oh no, Sweetie. This scarf is mine until you drink this glass of vodka."

I glared at her and I knew she wouldn't give that back to me unless I did what she asked me to. After another frustrated attempt of getting my scarf back, I took a glass of vodka.

Disgusting! Ugh! The taste was gross.

"Now give me back my scarf," I told her.

"No, drink more."

With that, I drank more and more and more.

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I brought Elliott to the club and he's never been this drunk. As a doctor, he was health conscious. He'd talk about how alcohol can damage the liver. But now? He was far from the Elliott I know.

Elliott always wanted to be a medical doctor. He wanted to be one because of our parents and of course, it's his passion. When he was in med school, there was this girl who fell in love with him. Kate Kavanaugh was an aspiring journalist when they were "together". He treated her like a girlfriend but no, she was never his girlfriend as he refused to make things official.

When he finished med school, he was the top-billed doctor, and he just forgot about her. His focus was on his dream.

Kate, on the other hand, tried to save their "relationship", but it was clear Elliott wanted his ambitions more. Now Kate's an editor-in-chief of a women's magazine and she's marrying a French guy. So, Elliott's drowning himself in alcohol.

I told him, "I hate to break this to you, bro but it's your fault."

Elliott stayed silent.

"You thought you were chasing gold, but you already had gold."

He snorted, "Who are you to tell me that? Have you ever loved someone?"

I shook my head and argued, "But if I ever did love someone, I will choose my dreams and I will choose her too."

He laughed bitterly at me and said, "Bro? Knowing you, you're not capable to fall in love." He called the waiter's attention and shouted, "Another shot, please!"

I was silent after that. At the age of 28, people expect me to settle down or at least have a stable relationship. I've had serious relationships before, but they just don't work out. I would fall out of love. Whenever somebody gives me an assurance, I would get bored. I'd like excitement. I don't like making things serious. Of course, I feel bad for the women who thought we were getting serious, but that's just me.

Then, I thought about Anastasia and somehow it brought disappointment in me. I wanted her. I wanted to have her, but I had to set a line. He's my PA's daughter. I respect Ray, so I wouldn't touch Anastasia. I sighed and asked the waiter for another shot too.

After taking another shot of whiskey, I noticed a woman passing by. She was wearing the same blue scarf I bought for Ana, but she wasn't Ana. I stood up and looked around. In the middle of the dance floor was my beautiful girl dancing like she's completely wasted.

"Be right back, Bro," I told him before heading to the dance floor. During the background check, Anastasia showed a good girl image. These places aren't for her. Now she was shaking, sweaty, hair messy, and she reeked of vodka.

The dance floor was packed, and I almost went mad when a stranger attempted to hold both sides of her waist. I quickly pushed the guy and pulled Anastasia towards me.

"Fuck off!" The guy screamed before backing away.

Then, she was holding on to me. There wasn't a space between us. She wrapped her arms around me and I've never felt this sudden jolt of electricity.

Our eyes gazed at each other and she gasped, "Handsome Man!"

Handsome Man? I smirked at that.

"You are here! My prince, you are here!" Although her words slurred, I thought she sounded innocent. Despite the booming party music, all I could hear was her angelic voice.

"Let's get out of here," I whispered to her.

She laughed like crazy and replied, "You're going to take me to the castle and take off my gown and . . ."

"And?"

She just laughed, and I laughed too.

"Come on," I said before leading her out of the way. Her beauty doesn't fit this type of scene. I didn't even know what she's doing here. Along the way, we bumped into the woman who wore the blue scarf.

"My scarf!" Ana pointed out with a pout.

This was her scarf? That enraged me. How dare this woman wear the scarf I gave to Anastasia?

Then, the woman recognized me, and she almost screamed. I didn't care if she's my biggest fan. I didn't care at all. I harshly stole the scarf away from her and wrapped it around Ana's neck.

"Miss, you have to remember this: a true stylish woman doesn't know how to steal."

She looked incredibly humiliated.

I grabbed Ana by the hand and pulled her out of the club. She was sticking her tongue out at the woman and screamed that she's a loser.

When we're out of the club, it was the eleven o'clock vibe of Seattle at this side of the city. There aren't many cars around and there aren't people too.

Ana smelled the blue scarf sweetly and said, "I must be dreaming!"

"You are not dreaming," I replied.

She smiled sheepishly, "You are here with me, so I am dreaming. My Handsome Man is right next to me."

She wrapped her arms around mine and smelled my neck.

"Yuck! You smell like whiskey!"

"So, I am not handsome anymore because I smell like whiskey?"

She smiled shyly and shook her head like a kid.

"You are so handsome. No, not just handsome! You are sexy!"

"Sexy, huh?" I can't help but laugh. Why did she seem so innocent when she's drunk?

"Yeah, I want to jump on you like a tiger! Roar!" She tried to open the buttons of my shirt, and I quickly stopped her. She's gorgeous and her body's hard to resist, but I made a promise to myself to not touch her or ever make any attempt to hurt her. I respect my employee and it doesn't show respect if I bed her daughter.

"You are so sexy," she whispered to me in a seductive voice. I almost went hard, and I wanted to pull her to me and just kiss the life out of her and take her home. But, things went crazy when she took a step back and ran. I followed after her.

Good riddance, she's in the middle of the road! The traffic lights were green, for heavens' sake!

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I am dancing for you."

In the middle of the road, Anastasia Steele danced for me. She sang "I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt" while shaking her body. I could tell she wasn't a dancer, but she's trying. Instead of getting mad, I just laughed and made sure that there weren't cars coming from both sides of the road. She was shaking her butt, and no, it wasn't graceful. It was comedic.

I didn't know what came over me, but when the lights went red and a hundred seconds were flashed by the red lights, I joined her right at that spot.

"That is not the right way to dance," I told her. I placed her right hand on my shoulder and I placed mine on her waist. Our free hands were locked together, and we danced in the middle of the road.

"What are you doing? We might get hit by a car," she told me.

I laughed at the irony.

"We have a hundred seconds," I told her before kissing her forehead. It was out of nowhere. It felt like the most natural thing to do.

I led our dance and she followed along. Right in the middle of the street, we didn't care. We have a hundred seconds and it was more than enough for me. I spun her around and made her twirl. She giggled from time to time. Then, when her body pressed closer to me, our lips almost touched.

I leaned closer, but we were brought to our right minds when a car honked. I quickly took her hand and led her to the sidewalk.

We laughed together and upon gazing at her angelic drunken state, I realized Elliott was wrong—I was capable of falling in love.