Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Saturday night, I’m sat staring at the TV, but not actually watching anything when the doorbell goes.
I open the front door to see Hugo stood on the doorstep with a frown on his face.
"Mate, you look like shit."
"Thanks, so I’ve been told." I mutter.
"Well, you need to shower and shave because we're going out tonight. “He smiles broadly.
I shake my head. "I don't feel like going out Hugo."
"Well you know what, I don't care. All you do is stay locked up in this house. You need to get back out there. Get over it." He slaps my shoulder, there's nothing I’d love more than to be 'over it'.
I sigh. Maybe just one night to pretend that everything is fine, even try to go back to the way I used to be. "Okay."
"Okay? You're not arguing with me?" I shake my head. "And there was me, all prepared to bind and gag you if I had to." He laughs. "You need to shower and shave though, cause mate, you look like a homeless person." He grabs my shoulder and looks me in the eye. "Dude, you're a millionaire. You need to get your swag on." I roll my eyes at him.
"Give me half an hour."
We roar through the streets of London in Hugo's Lambo. It's a warm night and Hugo has the roof down, which I find a bit unnecessary.
"Dude, this way the chicks can actually see us. I mean I’m a good looking fucker, but with you here it'll be like something out of a lynx advert. We'll be fighting them off my paint work." He laughs. I smile at Hugo, he never changes and I find the familiarity of it grounding. Almost as though I can pretend the last two months never happened. It's just Hugo and I out on a normal Saturday night.
We pull up outside poison. Hugo revs the monstrous engine causing everyone queuing to turn and look at the obnoxious bright orange Lambo and the tool driving it. He parks the car right outside the club on double yellow lines and pops the roof up before getting out. All eyes are on us as we approach the door. Hugo's looking his usual self in black jeans and a smart white shirt with a waist coat over the top. He winks at almost every woman he comes across.
I stroll in behind him in jeans and a plain black T-shirt, having made decidedly less effort.
Being a Saturday night, the club is rammed. The queue at the bar is at least five people deep. The dance floor is packed and the temperature inside must be a good fifteen degrees warmer than outside.
Hugo heads upstairs to the VIP section. We don't even stop and speak to the bouncer on the door. We're well known in here for spending a lot of money, what with Hugo buying drinks for anything female, I'm pretty sure he keeps this place in business.
The bar is busy in here but nowhere near as packed as downstairs, it doesn't take long for us to get served.
"What you drinking?" He turns to me, dragging his eyes form the very busty barmaid.
This is going to be a tough night I think. "Tequila, lots and lots of Tequila."
"That's the spirit." He slaps be on the back.
"Ten tequila shots please and two Corona's." She smiles flirtatiously at him.
When the shot glasses are lined up and filled Hugo hands over some cash before turning to me. "Right, my mission tonight is to get you so wasted you won't remember your own name, let alone Lilly's." The sound of her name has myself induced aesthetic quickly fading. I pick up the first shot and slam it, followed by the next and then the next until I’ve done seven tequila shots. Hugo does the other three.
"I'm going to be hammered in about ten minutes, and you will be in about half an hour..." I eye him sternly. "If I find out you drove me home pissed in that fucking car of yours I’m going to kick your arse. Okay?"
He laughs loudly. "It's alright. I intend to pack you off with some girl by the end of the night." The idea of sleeping with another girl repulses me, but then at least Lilly won’t be the last place I stuck my dick. Maybe it will help. I'll cross that bridge when I get there I guess.
The tequila kicks in faster than I thought it would and I find myself actually having quite a good time. Everything is numb, beautifully, blissfully numb. There's a blonde woman sat beside me, I look down to see her hand on my thigh. I look back up at her frowning. Where did she come from? She's speaking, but my mind is working in super slow motion and I can't keep up with what she's saying.